It never really occurs to us (or to me, anyway) that the old New York businesses we prize are naturally housed in old buildings—buildings which may not have been kept up over the years they way they ought. But recent crumblings at Chumley's, Ward's Bakery and other edifices have driven the point home, and made me wonder what other addresses may be in iminent danger.
Banking a corner near Bloomingdale's the other day, I spotted a likely future victim of age and gravity. The Subway Inn, time-honored den of beer and darkness, takes up the ground-floor space of what must be one of the sorrier-looking structures in Manhattan. Putting aside the fact that the townhouse is in serious need of a bath, the floors above the bar are a wreck. The stonework is chipped and broken, the iron railing is bent and crooked, and every line that ought to run straight slants. It's a disgrace; a building just begging for a headline and a comdemned sign.
I don't know who owns the building, the owner of the Subway Inn or someone else, but if you're reading this: please, sir, pick up a phone and call a contractor.