Instead, he prefers a sort of drive-by criticism. At least he was being clever, even if he was wrong. He begins by bemoaning the fact that society seems bent on filling every empty public space, such as streets and train stations, to divert the people who use them. Then he moves on to suburban lawns. It must be lightly laced with mango juice or it cannot be enjoyed.
Water is too empty.
It must come flavored with orange, lime or wild cherry. This whole package is called The New Urbanism. I'm sure that Muschamp's pals on New York's cutting edge got a big chuckle out of that. For the most part, this can all be dismissed as the silliness of a critic who needs to get out of his head more. That's a peculiar position for the leading voice on urban form in this country's leading newspaper to adopt.