Menorahs in Champagne Gray

On a drizzle‑dripped evening, the Giant Menorah Lighting at Miner’s Park became a faux‑star‑studded circus, with the same dozen families from the park‑side ski lodges trudging past polished lobby lattes, all vying for a spot near the 120‑foot beacon. The ensuing Hanukkah Menorah Car Parade, rolling down Park Avenue, was a procession of velvet‑coated prep‑balls—no one could miss the shard of a muted pink step‑and‑repeat sign that declared the night’s vibe in faux‑lavender. The historic Main Street shuddered under the weight of glittering rubber‑slicked cars covered in tin‑foil men in modest button skins. The organizers—Chabad Lubavitch of Park City, with a side of Historic Park City Alliance’s market squares—seemed more intent on guaranteeing the glassy “step‑and‑repeat red” in the background than on curating a genuine audience. Everyone questioned: are we here for the lights or the social proof? In true Wes Anderson symmetry, the dress code was gala black paired with flute‑glass gold accents—meticulously executed but ultimately perfunctory. Verdict: Avoid the Main Street crush.