Hop Devil Lounge vs. Hop Devil Grill

As you probably know, the owners of the Hop Devil Grill on St. Mark's near Avenue A remodeled the joint to rebrand as the Southwestern themed...Hop Devil Lounge. The Hop Devil redux opened on Dec. 3. Been meaning to stop by, sort of, purely for research reasons. But I did pick up the new menu! Which I compared to the old menu...which leads me to think...



...they cut back on their clip-art budget.

So, anyway -- there's a Southwestern theme...and burgers. And lots of beer.

Sad pizza place on 14th Street closes

To be honest, I'm not sure exactly when Mambo Italiano Pizzeria at 347 E. 14th St. near First Avenue closed. In the last six weeks or so. I never paid much attention to it...until the crowds starting forming across the street at Artichoke. That's when the Mambo folks apparently started a little different tact. Their sidewalk sign said, "Try our Artichoke pizza," perhaps in hopes of picking off someone who didn't know which place was which. I'm not sure it worked: I swear I never saw one person in Mambo. The workers would just be in there, standing around, looking hopeful as people walked by... staring across the street at the big line at Artichoke.

In any event, I almost popped in a few times for a pity purchase. Which is really lame. I did that years ago when I lived on Clinton Street. Some new Moroccan place opened (Sago?). Never saw one person in there for the first few months. I wanted to be supportive. I went there twice. Once for something to go. They had a little bar. I ordered a bottle of beer, which came to like $6.92. Fuck me. Then I dragged Mrs. Grieve in there once for brunch or some shit. It was awful. Both times. We still make jokes about the eggs Tagine. They eventually got a little crowd. Then it closed. Then the building got torn down to make way for a condo.

Anyway, I stopped walking by Mambo. Which is why I don't know exactly when it closed.

I'm rarely suspicious when a jewelry store has a "must raise cash" sign on its front window

Name aside, there's some kind of Vegas feel to this glittery jewelry store on Nassau Street near John Street in the Financial District.



Of course.

Gramstand falls

Gramstand, the cutesy tea and sandwich place on Avenue A between 13th Street and 14th Street, shuttered rather quickly yesterday. As Eater reported, the owners had previously announced that they would close or be sold. Metblogs published the following note last evening from the owners:

Dear Friends and Customers,
The Gramstand is closing today and will host a farewell garage sale through the day. Please do stop by and purchase some odds and ends from us. We apologize for the short notice, but it was short notice for us as well.
Due to the rising cost of doing business and an overwhelming financial situation, the Gramstand has been forced to close it’s doors.

The owners had been looking to sell the place for $250k or the best offer.

This week's sign of the apocalypse

Eater reports that Wolfgang Puck will be catering the food at the Fillmore thingee that should really just be called the Irving Plaza.
"Tellers at the venue tell us that Puck has taken over the bar areas and will introduce food sometime in the next two months. And finally, your chance to watch Spoon while eating a pre-wrapped turkey sandwich has arrived."

"When the cultural embodiment of the East Village can’t work up a single quote about his neighborhood, it’s in a lot of trouble"

Check out East Village native Matt Harvey's article in NYPress this week titled "The East Village Isn't What It Used To Be... And It Never Was."

Too much in the article to try to excerpt here. I'll do one. Harvey contacts Richard Hell, who apparently doesn't get out and about much while working on his book:

I email Hell to tell him that he keeps coming up in my conversations around the dusky old town. What’s the deal man, are you up in your rent-controlled apartment with just your memories and Rimbaud? Have you withdrawn from the street and all humanlike zones? He politely replies that he doesn’t want to be bothered. It reads, in part: “Sorry to be a disappointment, I can’t work up much fresh to say on the subject.” When the cultural embodiment of the East Village can’t work up a single quote about his neighborhood, it’s in a lot of trouble.

Matt also talks with Jeremiah Moss, on the phone from his bunker.

The Knicks are well-represented on this season's NBA All-Star ballot!

Stephon Marbury and Eddy Curry have yet to play a game this season, of course. Combined salaries for this season: More than $31 million.

Checking out the Vigilant Hotel: "Perfect for the bored with responsibilities of maintaining a traceable address"

I've long been fascinated by the Vigilant Hotel at 370 Eighth Ave. between 28th Street and 29th Street. An old-fashioned flophouse continues to survive in this era of pricey real estate and swanky hotel developments? Miracle of miracles! 14to42 had this information from a 2003 post:

In 1895 the lodgings empire of Angelino Sartirano consisted of hotels at 116 Gansevoort St., 208 and 352 8th Ave., 1553 Broadway, 2291 3d Ave., and here at 370 8th Ave.

The Sartirano (sometimes spelled Sartirana) hotel business is even older, going back to 1888 with his first hotel at 116 Gansevoort St. in the West Village.

The name Vigilant Hotel, however, is not quite so old, and seems to date no earlier than 1916. The hotel is still here (as of August 2003) but to all appearances no longer operates as a hotel in the usual sense...

14to42 also also has links to two photos by Percy Loomis Sperr in the New York Public Library's Digital Collections. The first dated 1932 shows a side wall with "Rooms 25¢." The second dated 1938 shows a small sign over the sidewalk reading "Vigilant Hotel."

14th42 also published this shot from 2003 of the hotel's faded sign:



So, can I get a room here? Sure! It's for men only. And it will cost you $140. A week.

The reviews are mixed on Yahoo! Travel. Someone who has never stayed there gave it five stars while someone who did gave it one star. What was so wrong with it that it deserved that?

Don't ever step foot in this place
By A Yahoo! Contributor, 10/08/08
The place is so downtrodden, neglected and downright decreped. The hotel guests are homeless people who arementally ill. Even the police wouldn't stay in this hotel! If I were homeless I wouldn't stay in this disgusting hotel. Im shocked they are still open!

OK, Felix Ungar...we'll getcha a suite at The Carlyle!

Anyway, here's what the place looks like on the inside:







(These three photos via here.)

Finally, here's review of the hotel at Not for Tourists by Dave Crish:

A scar, even upon the pissed on pave of Chelsea's north edge. I relate, here, of history's Vigilant. Built some hundred years ago of resilient brick, at present resembling ash. Not the sort of amenitied lodge one peruses on vacation. Piped of, but, three befouled showers, a pair of sinks, and toilettes of excreta. Succinctly, an inn of cells petit rented to gents of varied feather—all poor for whatever reason, breathing the airs of next step below homelessness. $125 per seven days. No credit, no checks, no euros, cartons maybe—of Marlboros. Never gleeful, rarely tended proud asylum sans musique. Fine abode for a bit of drifting or a brief disappearance. In sum, perfect for the bored with responsibilities of maintaining a traceable address. Foam pad, gray, oft cavorted 'pon by bloodsucking mites. Not a lash of social space but narrow hallways. Sphere of little social grace a tincture schizo of few heads cracked—a few murderers, few blooming, and even fewer handsome. Maybe a master once and then. Never a fellow un-weathered. Indeed, the Vigilant Hotel. For the times when desires discordant means and the bench not an option.

Related on EV Grieve:
Elk in the City

East Village bathroom for rent (presented without any potty humor)

From Craigslist (via dustbury.com)

I am a female in my mid 60's and I am looking for a room mate. Times are tight and I need some extra money.
I am willing to rent out my bathroom in my 1 bedroom east village home.

My bathroom is large. You can easily put a twin air mattress in there. I only ask that when I need to use the bathroom, you or your air mattress are not in it.

I do ask that when you are in the apartment, you confine yourself to the bathroom. I do not feel comfortable with a stranger walking around my living room. This might change as I get to know you better.
You may have guest over as long as they are cnfined to the bathroom as well. This might seem a bit odd but please remember the rent is $400 and the bathroom is large.

RIP Ohio Theatre?: "It's not the first cultural institution to succumb to real-estate pressures"

Alexis Soloski reports in the Voice that the Ohio Theatre will likely close in the new year. The former textile factory at 66 Wooster St. is being sold. According to the Voice: "[M]aintenance expenses and preservation of the façade required by the city created an untenable financial burden," which is why the previous owners reluctantly sold the space.

Said Robert Lyons, artistic director of Soho Think Tank, a nonprofit group that administers the Ohio: "It's not the first cultural institution to succumb to real-estate pressures," he says. "Soon we're going to have a city without any cool theater spaces.... [New York needs] to protect our cultural jewels like this."

The reaction from John Del Signore at Gothamist: "Argh, must everything that makes life worth tolerating in New York City be systematically eradicated?"

(Photo via Theater Mania)

About that iconic Pepsi-Cola sign in Queens

The City Room has the answer:

In Manhattan, they’re asking what happened to the “Pepsi-Cola” sign. In Queens, they’re asking what happened to the “aloC-ispeP” sign. In both cases, the answer is that it has been temporarily dismantled and will be reinstalled nearby. In any case, the Hunters Point waterfront will not lose this distinctive, ruby-red, 120-foot-long, 72-year-old presence.

(Photo via Wired New York)

Tipstering with good intentions: Versace to the Bowery?

I always appreciate any tips... So! A tipster just e-mailed claiming that a Versace store was opening on First Street at the Bowery. The tipster said the item was in Luxury Briefing. Which does me no good since the thing is subscription only. Anyway, it's a former Versace designer opening the store, as Racked reported in October. He has done work for Sarah Jessica Parker, which means this may become a stop on the Sex and the City tour. (OK, sorry. Because I made this joke, it'll probably really happen now.)

EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning Edition

The Yanks pay $160 million for their next Carl Pavano (amNY)

Firefighter fisticuffs at McFadden's (Gothamist)

UGH. Bumper cars at Astroland are destoryed (Kinetic Carnival)

Some history of Vesuvio Bakery (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

A little Borscht for lunch (Stupefaction)

About that shit building where Cedar Tavern used to be (Flaming Pablum)

Minetta Tavern stripped of its history (Eater)

Be offended at Varick and Vandam (Greenwich Village Daily Photo)

Where TVs go to die (BoweryBoogie)

Time suckers: New York magazine on Google Books

As Ryan Tate reported on Gawker, New York is available now in the new magazine search on Google Books. Gawker highlights Barbara Goldsmith's classic "La Dolce Viva" article from April 29, 1968, that told of the seedy side of Andy Warhol's entourage. That same issue includes a feature on the growth of graffiti art in the city.

Anyway, I've just spent about an hour reading that issue. See you next week!

Lots of buildings seem to be for sale

Seem like more than usual? And none of these are the 17 buildings for sale that Curbed reported on last Friday.

10th Street between A and B.

7th Street between Second Avenue and Cooper Union.


Ninth Street between First Avenue and Second Avenue.


Avenue C between Eighth Street and Ninth Street.


Eighth Street between B and C.

Noted

In a post last March on a fancy open house on 12th Street between Avenue A and Avenue B, I made reference to liking the doorway below...the building is next door to the big new one with $5,000 rents.



Anyway, not sure how long ago this happened (Jill?), but the building with the doorway got all gussied up.

Being a New Yorker vs. being from New York

I’m growing tired - have been tired for some time, I suppose - of writers using their New York residency as a rhetorical device. Maybe this was once acceptable, when being from the Upper West Side or the East Village had a concrete connotation, but increasingly the device feels like an amateurish way of bragging about living in New York, about - woah - renting an apartment in a city that’s - woah - big.

(Caine Blog)

Just a short walk to every faboo place that you can possible think of!!!!

A friend of mine in the neighborhood is looking for a new rental. Someplace not to far from his current home near Avenue A. The Mrs. wouldn't mind at least looking a little further west. Anyway, he's now sharing some of the annoying apartment ads that he has come across. I don't know, the one below doesn't seem any dumber than the usual. Of course, I'm not seeing 100 of these ads at a time.

Spectacular Soho Apartment * Skylights * W/D and D/W * Just a BEAUTYTRULY a BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL apartment * Super Mini-Loft and HUGE, GORGEOUS SPACE * Spectacular kitchen with skylight, dishwasher, washer and dryer, microwave, FABULOUS counter space * Breakfast counter * Exposed brick * Skylights * Hardwood floors * Full, windowed bathroom * SENSATIONAL NEIGHBORHOOD AND LOCATION - near everything that makes Soho living sooooooooo wonderful (close to all the fabulous restaurants, cafes, boutiques, gourmet shops, services, transportation) and a short walk to Greenwich Village, Noho, Nolita, Tribeca, Lower East Side (you can even walk to the East Village and even Chelsea) * A MUST SEE IF EVER THERE WAS ONE !!!!

Santa fight

EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning Edition (for the evening)

Get ready for $2.50 subway rides (City Room)

Why more women are boozing it up (New York)

Concern about the fate of the Tile Bar? (Eater)

Jeremiah talks with Karen, the Love Saves the Day sidewalk vendor (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

Defending Wes Anderson (Hammer to Nail)

Don't Mess With the Zohan doesn't make David Denby's top-10 list (The New Yorker)

Encountering a brass band after happy hour (Hunter-Gatherer)

Scaffolding ruins a nice holiday shot

On 15th Street near Union Square.

This seems like a nice spot for an ad

View from Houston of a new apartment building going up on Second Street between Avenue B and Avenue C.

"After watching all three films, New York just looks like the craziest place on Earth"

We've talked before about the work of photographer/filmmaker Richard Sandler. He has made several documentaries, including Brave New York, which chronicles the East Village from 1988-2003. Then there's Sway, which is 14 years of camcorder-recorded subway rides that have been edited together. These two films -- along with Subway to the Former East Village -- are being released on Brink DVD today.

Mike Everleth reviews the package in Bad Lit:

After watching all three films, New York just looks like the craziest place on Earth, which, for some including myself and obviously for Sandler, makes it just about the most beautiful place on Earth. There’s one touching scene in Sway when Sandler talks with an elderly gentleman about how great NYC is. The old man can’t find anything to love about it while Sandler gushes about the amazing parade of life that passes by everyday. And thank God Sandler was there with a camera to catch it all.

So do you think they bought the 1-Day Fun Pass from the MTA?

Just a quick mid-morning musical interlude.

Dog gone (groan)

I like to amuse myself in little ways. Like!: Walking by the condo construction site on 13th Street near Third Avenue, the place that had the "attack dog" on duty.



I was never convinced that a dog was on the premises...until the fall. Even then, I thought, perhaps this was all an elaborate (and expensive!) audio system.





Anyway, no more dog. [Sighs. Weeps.]



How will I pass the time now?

And look what those teases did.

Fixed Rate Mortgages are available

Noted Manhattan cakemaker April Reed created a gingerbread version of the Farnsworth House. Can be yours for only ... $4,320. (New York Times)

Noted

On 21st Street between Fifth Avenue and Sixth Avenue.

Looking at the photography of Nathan Kensinger

I first got turned on to the adventurous photography of Nathan Kensinger over at Curbed. From exploring the nooks and crannies of the Brooklyn Army Terminal to an abandoned train tunnel that runs underneath East New York, Kensinger has a knack for finding the most provocative and haunting images of the area's (remaining) industrial wastelands.

Most recently, he went underneath Shoot the Freak at Coney Island. As he wrote:

The freak's frontyard conceals an entrance to the strange world under the boardwalk, with long forgotten hamburger signs, picnic tables and strange lairs. Hidden in the freak's backyard is a concrete porch looking out on a vast empty plain that was once Coney Island's Go-Kart track, batting cage and mini-golf course. Beyond this empty lot lies the Wonder Wheel, which is now surrounded by the demolition of Astroland. The home of the freak, like the gritty spirit of modern Coney Island, may be gone by next summer, replaced by the promise of luxury condominiums.

My (arguably) favorite of his essays: The Victim Services center of Bayley-Seton Hospital on Staten Island. Check it out for yourself here.

The Times did a short profile of him here.

Here's his Flickr page.

EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning Edition

Saving Mr. Purple's garden (East of Bowery)

The continued demise of East 10th Street between Third Avenue and Fourth Avenue (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

Street art and procreating punks on the Bowery (Flaming Pablum)

Going back to 1996 Avenue A (Neither More Nor Less)

Unemployed hipsters line up for chance to work for American Apparel (Zimbio)

I Am Legend gets a prequel where we see how Manhattan gets fucked (Screenhead)

The hawks of NYC are dying (Plain in the city)

Soupy Sales (sorry, it's Monday morning)

Esquared has a post on a new boutique called The 1929 on Mott Street. As the Daily News reports:

A new SoHo boutique named The 1929 — after the Depression — and a place where fashionistas and the down-and-out soon could be rubbing shoulders. The street level store on 179 Mott St. is decked out with racks of snazzy dresses, pants and tops by independent designers.

The basement level has been transformed into an art and performance space by night and a spot where hungry shoppers, or even passersby, can pick up a free bowl of soup and coffee during the day.

“The store is inspired by the Great Depression,” said store manager Aaron Genuth, 25, one of three friends who created the business.

And there's one comment to the Daily News piece so far:

SinisterCadre Dec 7, 2008 4:59:14 PM
This is the epitome of tackiness. Who says people in SoHo have class? Just who do they expect to buy these expensive clothes? Definitely not someone who would resort to patronizing a soup kitchen. These people deserve to be slapped.

Not such a hot spot

OK, so. Earlier this year, the franks place Good Dog closed on St. Mark's Place between Second Avenue and Third Avenue...and the pooch on the awning stayed for the second incarnation, Spots' Cafe. Which I never set foot in. Maybe no one else did either. It's gone.

But of course!

Ha! on me. Jill nailed it in her comment on my post last Wednesday, "Hope for the Hudson's sign?"

No it can't be. You are falling into their trap of believing and hope for the future. Don't do it!

To which I responded:

Ha! You're right Jill! Bet they wait until the end to paint it...crushing all my silly hope!

A quick recap:

Was boohooing the other day about the faded Hudson's Army-Navy Store sign getting painted over during the renovation at 103 E. Third Ave. at 13th Street.



Well, maybe the sign will live...? The last time I looked, the painting had continued on the front of the building. The old sign had been spared...so far. Can it be?



And now...ta-da!



They were just toying with me! I fell into their trap of believing and hoping for the future...

No heedless intruder?

James S. Russell, Bloomberg’s U.S. architecture critic, uh, critiques the Cooper Square Hotel today. The hotel, which opens Thursday, includes a 1,600 square-foot, three-bedroom, full-floor penthouse ($7,500 a night) that features a private outdoor shower that squirts upward.

Anyway! Some passages from his very positive review. (Meanwhile, see you in the penthouse! I'll be in the outdoor shower wearing a diaper!)

Like a spinnaker frozen in glass, the 21-story Cooper Square Hotel billows above beat-up tenement buildings in Manhattan’s gentrifying East Village.

And!

The slim, all-glass tower, enclosing just 145 rooms, makes plenty of attention-seeking gestures. It swells outward as it rises, then tips back. Facets along the side wiggle in and out, changing from glass to hole-punched metal panels. These surfaces look stretched taut, as if under enormous internal pressure.

If it sounds like too many ingredients and too many ideas, [architect Carlos] Zapata molds them into a seemingly effortless whole rather than a nervous assemblage of tics.

He has fused the hotel with a battered tenement building next door, which has been saved along with the tenancy of two women who have lived through the neighborhood’s extended tough times to see it flower.

And!

Zapata animated the entrance by erecting a little four-story tower that bookends the tenement and looks ripped from the main tower at the base. Above, he has peeled away the shiny skin to reveal squared-off tubular shapes in tan and green. This lets the tower echo the ragged silhouette of the long-neglected tenement neighborhood. Its contrasting lightness doesn’t weigh down the layers of red brick, terra-cotta rickrack and dangling fire escapes that give the streets such evocative character.

In spite of its size and contemporary styling, the hotel is no heedless intruder.

Why you shouldn't be surprised if you run into Bill Murray at a bar or loft party or...

Page Six Magazine explains. Kind of.

"An irresponsible vanity buy"

Phil Mushnick in the Post today:

Two years ago, when the country's financial health was superficially strong, the Mets-Citigroup naming rights deal -- a record-cracking $20 million for 20 years to call the new ballpark Citi Field -- wasn't just gaudy, it was downright obscene.

Now, with Citi laying off thousands while reaching for billions in government bailout money, and with Citi's clients having taken a brutal beating, the declaration by the two parties that the ballpark naming deal will proceed as agreed upon is nauseating.

Two years ago, the $400 million deal to call the Mets' new stadium Citi Field was nothing better than an irresponsible vanity buy, one rooted less in advertising than in mad money beyond Madison Ave.

Today, that the deal will be sustained is no different than a welfare mother spending her family's subsistence money on booze, bracelets and the down payment on a brand new BMW.