The New York Times takes a look back at the soon-to-be-departed Max Fish, which opened in 1989:
Back then, there were no gastropubs, trattorias or herds of tiara-wearing bachelorettes on the Lower East Side. This was where stolen cars were dumped, stripped, inhabited and torched to charred exoskeletons. But it was also where an abandoned gas station could become an art studio and an urban farmer might grow strawberries in horse manure carted down from Central Park.
On Max Fish’s first night, a benefit was held for a squatter building on Avenue C and two kittens were born in a bathroom.
The article mentions what will happen on the bar's last night on Jan. 31:
" ... the bar’s staff plans to cover the walls ... in pitch black paint."