EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning edition

Jeremiah visits the Holiday (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

The LES as a luxury item (BoweryBoogie)

Hard times at Ray's (Neither More Nor Less)

Jen Carlson interviews EV Grieve favorite Nathan Kensinger (Gothamist)

Three ATMs have been swiped from the LES since Dec. 26 (New York Post)

The New York metropolitan area will lose 181,000 jobs this year -- more than any other region in the country (Associated Press)

Fewer New Yorkers moving out of state (New York Times)

Community comes together after "false prostitution" arrest at Blue Door Video on First Avenue (Gay City News)

Safe-smashing bandits who have been preying on eateries and bars, including a few in the East Village, have been captured (New York Post)

And on the cover of this week's New Yorker...

Met life

At the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Noted

I'm sure this was done with the best of intentions, but it strikes me as...well, just odd. Sidewalk Cafe, Avenue A and Sixth Street.

Snow on Seventh and B

East Seventh Street and Avenue B.

"It was a gray city, a weary one, an older one"

Novelist Kevin Baker has an op-ed in the Times today. It's about his arrival in NYC in the late 1970s. Here are a few excerpts from the piece titled "New York was so much older then."

It was a dirtier city then, more violent, more interesting — more accessible to poor, eager young people. We lived four and five to a railroad apartment, the bathtub in the kitchen in some places, the floors lined with clumpy chalk lines of boric acid that were our useless defense against the cockroaches.

We feasted on $4 platters of Indian food in restaurants on Sixth Street where you could bring your own wine. We went everywhere by subway, riding in gray, graffiti-covered cars where half the doors didn’t open and a single, sluggish fan shoved the air about on summer nights. We took a cab sometimes, when there were five of us and we could get a Checker, one person riding on the jump seat, staring out at the long avenues of the city.

And:

It was a gray city, a weary one, an older one. There were, in those days, pornographic theaters in good neighborhoods; Bowery-style wino bars with sawdust on the floor on Upper Broadway; prostitutes along West End Avenue slipping into cars with New Jersey license plates. It was a city, too, that seemed to open up into an infinite series of magic boxes, of novelty shops and diners, delicatessens and corner bakeries, used record stores and bookstores.

Like Barack Obama we read everything we could get our hands on. It was a movie-mad town then, and we lined up for hours in the cold on the East Side to see the latest Fassbinder or Fellini, the new Woody Allen. We nailed long, flapping schedules of all the revival houses to our walls, from the Thalia and the New Yorker, Theater 80 St. Marks and the Bleecker Street Cinemas. I saw my first Broadway show, “Equus,” for $3, and sat on stage.

[Photo of the 1970s East Village by Litter Bugged via Filthy Messes.]

Perfectly good things someone is throwing away

On East Seventh Street.

The Holiday Cocktail Lounge lives

Not sure if these signs went up yesterday or today at the Holiday on St. Mark's Place...Good news, nonetheless. If it was open last night...anyone go in for drinks? And hooray finally for some good news.

[UPDATED: Jeremiah stops by for a drink....]

For further reading:

Holiday Cocktail Lounge (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)

Is the Holiday over? (NYPress)

Meanwhile, don't expect to see this guy at the Holiday then

This is from a post I did last July 8. Seemed like a good time for a rerun:

We were talking about the Holiday Cocktail Lounge on St. Mark's yesterday. I later spotted this user review of the Holiday at Zagat.

Understandable...he probably wants to buy a place at the Theatre Condominiums...

Noted

MAYOR Bloomberg, after presenting his State of the City address at Brooklyn College, crossing the street to Applebee's, where his party of six had burgers and he tipped $20 on a $73 check. (Page Six)

I just hope those burgers didn't have any trans fat...

Work out like Derek Jeter -- for at least seven days

This time of year sports clubs like to make us feel fat (fatter?) and pasty (pastier?). So we'd better join! Anyway, for some reason, I keep getting e-mails from the NEW! Derek Jeter ultra sports club health place thing for a free trial membership. Tempting! But probably not. Seems like a lot of work. Couldn't I just meet him at, oh, say, Butter?

PS
Truth is, I'm holding out for Gwynnie's gym.

Freedom of Choice

For two reasons.

1) It's like 2 degrees out. So let's get warmed up by Devo from the Central Park SummerStage from August 2004. (Oh, sweet, sweet August. How I miss you...) Actually, I don't recall being all that hot this night with the torrential downpour that stopped before Devo came on....

2) "Freedom of Choice" seems right for the pre-Inauguration weekend.

On East Seventh Street: Dessert Row seems a little deserted -- Chocolate Bar has closed

Wow. East Seventh Street, particularly on the north side of the street closer to Avenue A, seemed to be booming there for a bit. No more. Well, first, Locks 'n' Lads, the kiddie hair salon, has closed. Their outgoing message on their answering machine confirms it. Meanwhile, farther east, there's activity next to Butter Lane Cupcakes. A neighbor said this vacant space may just become a ground-floor apartment. Then! The Chocolate Bar has been shuttered the last few days. And don't expect to see it open again. I have it on very good authority that this location is officially closed. (And they just opened to so much hoopla in June.) Finally, the signs for the forthcoming East Village Pie Lounge at 131 E. Seventh St. are gone. Maybe that doesn't mean anything, though the spot has seemingly been dormant. The Pie Lounge was to take over the space that previously housed the short-lived Italian cafe Affettati. What gives here? Recession? Stupidly high rents (still)? The East Village wasn't ready for/didn't want/need more high-end dessert places?

The Chocolate Bar yesterday.




Construction next to Butter Lane Cupcakes.



Locks 'N' Lads no more.



P.S.

Oddly enough, the Chocolate Bar's new Egg Cream was just featured in this week's Page Six Magazine.