Showing posts with label Donohue's Steak House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Donohue's Steak House. Show all posts

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Donohue's Steak House back in business with an A



EV Grieve favorite Donohue's Steak House on Lexington near 64th Street is back open after a bout with the DOH. Jon Hammer sent along the good news. And a phone call to the restaurant confirms it. (Hat tip — Jeremiah...)

Previously on EV Grieve:
The timeless appeal of Donohue's Steak House

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

UGH: DOH shutters the beloved Donohue's Steak House





Saw this link via Jeremiah's yesterday... the DOH has shuttered EV Grieve favorite Donohue's Steak House on Lexington near 64th Street ... And it's not real pretty:


I'm hopeful that they can get all this cleaned up and reopen soon...

Previously on EV Grieve:
The timeless appeal of Donohue's Steak House

Monday, June 14, 2010

Lost City tribute

As you may know, Brooks of Sheffield is retiring from active duty at his excellent Lost City blog. You can read his farewell here.

Jeremiah's Vanishing New York, Neither More Nor Less and Lost City served as part of my inspiration for launching EV Grieve in December 2007.

Now, two of those sites have called it a day... All this has made me think about my own blog mortality.

[Moment of silence]

Anyway! Meanwhile, I think I'll apply for a liquor license with a sidewalk cafe.


As a tribute to a lost and vanishing part of the city ... I revisited a post of mine from November 2008 ... Here's Donohue's Steak House, 845 Lexington Ave. near 64th Street, which opened in 1950... an-all-too-rare classic that's still open....





Previously on EV Grieve:
The timeless appeal of Donohue's Steak House

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Noted


The Post's "the recession can be fun" story also noted the following about EV Grieve favorite Donohue's Steak House:

This Upper East Side dining room, a one-time neighborhood joint for Bernie Madoff, hasn't changed its mood since it opened in the '50s.


Previously on EV Grieve:
The timeless appeal of Donohue's Steak House

Friday, November 7, 2008

The timeless appeal of Donohue's Steak House



Donohue's Steak House, 845 Lexington Ave. near 64th Street, opened in 1950. Except for the newish flat-screen TV in the bar area and the prices on the menu, I don't think much has changed here in the last 58 years. Let's just say I love this place. There's a long, rectangular bar then a dining room with 10 black vinyl booths. The walls are adorned with nautical art. A phone booth is still in operation in the back right corner. It rings a lot. No one really wants to answer it. The daily specials are written on chalkboards, one in the front window and one on the back wall. There's wood paneling. Black tile floors. Ceiling fans. (And extra-large urinals in the men's room.)

I prefer sitting near the front window, watching people rush by on Lexington. Especially on rainy days. When I'm glad I'm not out in it with everyone else. Now if Frank would only keep the volume down on the TV while behind the bar. He watches the dreadful local news (Not NY1, mind you). It can ruin the mood.




If I have the history right, it goes something like this: Martin Donahue opened the restaurant in 1950. It was then run by his son, Michael, and his granddaughter Maureen. Michael died in March 2000 at age 70. Maureen is still running the place. Oh, and you can likely thank Michael Donohue for the modern era of brunch in the city. According to an item in the Daily News upon Michael's death: "His personal appeal to former Governor Malcolm Wilson helped pass legislation allowing bars to open at noon on the Sabbath." I would have looked into this claim a little more carefully, but I hate brunch. Not to mention some of the people who go to brunch, especially the ones who stand and wait on the sidewalks. Though I do like drinking. And on Sunday mornings.

Joe was my favorite. He was a dapper Irishman who seemed to take great pride in his appearance. Every one of his thick gray hairs was in perfect order. He wore a tie and neatly pressed shirt with cuff links. He tended to tell the same anecdotes during each visit, but they were entertaining. Haven't seen Joe for -- what now -- four or five years? I can't remember. He retired to take care of his ailing wife. Funny to think that he retired. Joe must have been 75 to 80.



There have been a few times when I'm the youngest person in Donohue's by, oh, some 40-plus years. Depending on how much I've had to drink, this can depress me. Particularly during the holidays. I look at the table of four women in their 80s. Their husbands or partners must be dead. The women are in no hurry. Must be difficult to turn the tables over quickly during a dinner rush. I also see the old married couples. Sometimes they talk to each other. Mostly they just stare into the vacant space in the booth. They live in the neighborhood. They're dressed up. This may just be their big outing for the day.
Then I get really hokey and wonder if Mrs. Grieve and I may be sitting there 40 years from now. I sure hope so.