i ordered a grill cheese at this diner on Delancey yesterday. Big sign read: "You don't buy? You don't use bathroom!" So I "buy" then went to the bathroom. It was three flights up a narrow staircase covered in pots, pans, used lettuce boxes, and old crap from older businesses jutting out of the walls. It was like I'd walked into an old noir, and the grill guy was going to knife me any minute. I peed, paid, and made it out the door. Whew1
The original, running Jeremiad on the vestiges of Old New York as they are steamrolled under or threatened by the currently ruthless real estate market and the City Fathers' disregard for Gotham's historical and cultural fabric. Est. January 2006. Contact Me
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"I am not a pessimist; to perceive evil where it exists is, in my opinion, a form of optimism."
—Roberto Rossellini
One of the old book jackets lining the walls of Chumley's. Eternal Shame on Bloomberg, the City Fathers, and the powers that be that this cultural landmark has STILL not been saved and reopened.
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i ordered a grill cheese at this diner on Delancey yesterday. Big sign read: "You don't buy? You don't use bathroom!" So I "buy" then went to the bathroom. It was three flights up a narrow staircase covered in pots, pans, used lettuce boxes, and old crap from older businesses jutting out of the walls. It was like I'd walked into an old noir, and the grill guy was going to knife me any minute. I peed, paid, and made it out the door. Whew1
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