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I’m so utterly freaked out by the competition (see post below); I’m cementing this video of 1970′s New York; Taxi Driver style set to yes, Bernard Hermann’s music of doom (includes: Bleecker Luncheonette, World Trade Centers, Village Cigars, Shopsin’s General Story, Adults Only Times Square and yes old Taxi cabs …)
Via NYT’s OFF THE MENU
LITTLE GIANT This tiny place on the Lower East Side is no more.
PINK TEACUP The Greenwich Village soul food restaurant, which had moved to Seventh Avenue South, will not reopen even though the phone message refers to “renovations.”
(Photo: Shanna Ravindra)
I Loved New York dedicated a fair amount of time to the big build up of Kenmare; the spawn of those two nightclub boys. It’s now a crumbled. A goner. No mas. Closed.
Happy Halloween; the ghost of Beatrice lives on.
It’s hard to write about someone who is gone. Michael Wilson’s piece in The New York Times takes a great look at Vincent Cipriano, or Vinny Sip, “as he’s been called since he was a kid on Mott Street” and his small role in the Godfather Part Two.
Vinny; the “local’s local” is one of those guys. He lit up the Spring Lounge with his contagious laughter, his observations about the changing neighborhood, passerby’s, his love for the Yankees displayed by a hat (much to the chagrin of Mets fans and those who can’t stand to love the winning dynasty) and his upbeat attitude.
“There’s so little left of the old neighborhood,” Vinny said. Now there’s one less person from the old neighborhood, right at the corner of Mulberry and Spring Street, at the center of the world to those who know it; the Spring Lounge which houses locals among the pools of tourists and visitors.
Gone but not forgotten. So long, local. So long, Vinny and long live the Yankees (oh, I plan to keep your memory alive with the Bronx boys)! I’ll will rub in their wins to everyone who can’t stand them.
The eyes of the West Village, AKP, reports mainstay Kobma Thai is no longer. Granted, this was not a place you sat down a la Baby Buddha, and the DOH doesn’t mess around. Makes sense anyway, rent is on the up and up since across as the senior citizens are kicked to the curb to make room for luxe apartments at Hudson and 12th (read all about it here.)
Another end of an era, this time for the posh gays of Tuesday nights at the B Bar (the website itself is looking a bit outdated).
The Wall Street Journal writes ” the weekly, somewhat legendary, predominately gay party, founded there by Erich Conrad in 1994, was taking one final go-round before packing up its tank-tops and skinny jeans.”
Certainly, I was in skinny jeans circa 1998 and later when I rocked my 21st birthday at the B Bar.
9 Great Jones is no longer that great. Goodbye, 25 years at Acme.
The Village Voice called in today to find out:
“We were here too long and there just wasn’t enough business,” Tony, the general manager, told us. “It’s sad but true.” Since 1986, the restaurant, with its distinctive red facade, has been a fixture of Great Jones Street. Located just off of Lafayette Street, it served Cajun and Southern food, along with plenty of beer and cocktails.
Which, if you live in New York, you will see more and more of these…
Deli at 7th and 12th.
(Image: Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York)
GREED! GREED! GREED!
Max Fish was a love or hate for me. Still, this two decade (that is twenty years, kids plus change) mainstay is on its way out…”looking for new space” but in today’s world that doesn’t add up to a hill of beans.
I mean the new Good World (well; I haven’t been but it’s hard to recreate things in life).
There is a collective tear in various beers; mostly of the hipster varietal.
The bar will shutter at the end of January because of rising costs and high rent, the owner said Wednesday.
“It’s scary for me,” Max Fish owner Ulli Rimkus told DNAinfo of her beloved bar at 178 Ludlow St., which was known for its artsy décor, cheap drinks and easygoing vibe. She chalked up the departure simply to “greed, greed, greed. Read more at DNA here.
EV Grieve reports it’s time we say goodbye to The Elephant Thai at 1st Avenue, open for seventeen (that is one and a seven) years. Eater kicks in with “Not only that: it’s selling off all of its goods. The restaurant has been plagued by city shutdowns—both for DOH infractionsand for serving a minor—and it was just last April that the owner complained that the city’s punishments were going to drive her out of business. Perhaps they did.”
Goodbye familiar circus blue and yellow look. You lasted a lifetime in New York years.
Dear Little NoLita Cupcake Boy and Girl:
Ah, you are in luck, now. Even though, this place was here before you…promise. You probably never had their nice bar steak and glass of red. You walked by a million times thinking it was an old diner. No worries, it was just honest food but as you know “jardin” means garden in French, so little cupcake, there is some nice real estate waiting for someone.
These days, fifteen years is a New York lifetime….Le Jardin was there that long. Today, just now, Grubstreet reports it’s closed. Great, with that nice backyard it’s only a matter of seconds before Paul Sevs or Serge or any of the Nolita cupcakes invade and snatch up the goods.
One day little boy, maybe even soon, like at your Delicatessen, you will be in this lovely retreat sipping your $15 mojitos laughing without a care in the world. You will be clueless to the fact Nolita wasn’t always about the Duane Reade, the Crepe joint next to Ceci Cela nor was it about the block of Kenmare (as you know it now). You might forget when you now pick up your coffee was once a funeral home. You might forget Kitchen Club and the feisty dog Chibi anchored the corner of Prince and Mott for 25 years (that is older than you little boy). Now look at it; good paint job though; don’t you think?It’s not about the cupcakes (which 50′s style cupcakes, COME ON guys; this is New York, CREATE! Magnolia Bakery did that (yes think we me); years ago.
NOW WHAT! WHAT NEXT? God Save the Queen!
Oh well, little boy, I must be going. Eat your brunch at the sparkly new Jardin with Polaroids in the bathroom stalls, drink your pricey watered down drink and walk over to Rag and Bone and buy your $200 shirt; ask for the rice and beans special. Oh no, that’s right Cafe Colonial is gone now. Phew; I’m getting too old at thirty-two.
Via Eater: “Florence Fabricant reports and a press release confirms that Tabla, Danny Meyer’s 12 year-old Indian restaurant attached to Eleven Madison Park will close on December 30. It is the first restaurant Danny Meyer has closed since he launched his empire with Union Square Cafe in 1985. Industry vets have been rumbling about the restaurant’s demise for the past six months, but many figured Danny would never close the place. Even he has his limits.”
