Thanks to the New York Observer for an update on the nervous-making situation at endangered UWS tavern P&G.
The landlord, who smells money in the air and has been trying to shove the old bar onto the street, has found a "new way of chasing us the hell out of here," says P&G owner. That new way? Well, basically, ripping down the walls of the place to make needed storefront improvements. How do you conduct business with no walls? Good question. My guess is the landlord doesn't expect P&G to conduct any business, which is exactly the point. Scumlord wants a bank branch in that choice corner spot.
The Observer has been tenacious is covering this story, and the new article is full of tasty tidbits: a Jacques Torres chocolate franchise is moving in next door (talk about jarring juxtapositions); the bar's lease expires at the end of 2008; the owners are contemplating bringing in a real cook to spur cash flow.
McHale's, Chumley's, P&G. Take heed, New Yorkers: your classic bars are fast disappearing. Soon there will be no place where anybody knows your name.