
From the frat-friendly folks behind The Stumble Inn, Off the Wagon and Down the Hatch.
Previously on EV Grieve:
The Telephone Bar and Grill closing after 22 years
What's coming to The Telephone Bar space? Some fratty debauchery, perhaps
A yet-to-be-named group surfaced with a proposal to utilize the old Butterfly space, a stone's throw away from Sigmund, for a 3,000 square foot Italian restaurant, catering company and lounge "with an occasional D.J." This scenario sounds familiar - and the residents didn't hesitate to show their fresh battle scars from the throes of Le Souk, China 1 and Carnivale, all restaurants-gone-clubs that they say wrecked havoc on the peace and quiet in their 'hood. Needless to say, this was too much for CB3 and the community representatives to stomach, and after a lengthy dispute of pros and cons, the motion was denied.
Aces & Eights at 34 Avenue A, brings back the glory days of East Village art with a fun exhibition of evocative, post-pop photographs by Curt Hoppe in a lively, lounge setting. Who could be more perfect for the bar’s first foray into serious art than the legendary Hoppe, who as a young artist was one of the most talked about stars of the notorious “New York / New Wave” show at PS1 which helped launch the careers of Jean-Michel Basquiat, Robert Mapplethorpe and others, back in 1981.
For most of the last twenty years, Hoppe has keapt a relatively low profile steering clear of downtown shenanigans for a lucrative career making exquisite photo-realist paintings of scenes in the Hamptons. Hoppe has always used his own photographs for his paintings. Recently turning his camera on city scenes, he has accumulated a profusion of exciting new images, and began thinking about exhibiting the photographs themselves. When Aces and Eights called, it seemed the perfect opportunity to give the new work its first public test.
Aces & Eights’ decision to show art was an outgrowth of the spirited exchanges on EV Grieve’s neighborhood blog between then general manager Tom Michaelsen and East Village residents concerned about the bar’s Upper-East-Side, preppy reputation. “Our style is sometimes a little different,” says Michaelsen, “but there is much about East Village culture that we share and we’re proud to be part of the community and its history.”
Around 9:30 pm, one of the Plump Dumpling delivery guys was punched in the face and robbed right around 329 E. 11th St. [between Second Avenue and First Avenue] on his way back from a delivery. A bunch of people saw it happen and one guy tried going after the assailant but wasn't able to catch him...
What was even more disturbing was the aftermath. The cops showed up shortly after one male witness reported it and arrived at the restaurant -- basically demanding to speak to the victim. Unfortunately, I had just seen the victim outside getting back on his bike, yelling at another delivery guy; he seemed (obviously) like he was very upset and distraught about what had just happened. Nonetheless, he left to make another delivery as the cops walked into the restaurant.
Next -- the cops were extremely rude and abrasive, asking the manager where the delivery guy was and when the manager assured them that he was coming back to talk to them, albeit in very broken English ... [the cops] started getting irrationally angry. They started interrupting the manager, raising their voices, and eventually just told the manager straight out, "Don't ever report this type of thing again" and walked out.
It was appalling and so uncomfortable to witness. Unfortunately, the guy who actually called in the report and tried to run after the robber, came in seconds after the cops left to act as a witness. I guess it is a case of "too little, too late" and honestly, a sad display of pulling rank/prejudice.
[H]e reports it stands for Date of Birth. Those little ones between the letters represent his d.o.b., November 1 (see also: Bao 111). When the restaurant opens it will serve French Vietnamese fare with breakfast and brunch offered all day. There will be a dinner menu, a late night menu, and a $29 prix fixe. His friend and onetime business partner Pichet Ong is in charge of dessert.
First, a lesson in rhoticity. What, exactly, is the New York accent? One key component, linguists say, is the "R." Not only do New Yorkers drop Rs (call the doctah!), they add them in where they're not needed, usually when the next word starts with a vowel, which creates "I sawr it with my very own eyes!" and "The sofer in the living room is green." It all started across the pond. The New York accent, with its dropped Rs, is "absolutely from British English," says Kara Becker, a Ph.D. student at NYU who is writing her dissertation on New York City English. Londoners began to drop Rs around the end of the 1600s, according to Michael Newman, associate professor of lingusitics at Queens College.
The East Coast is referred to as the "R-less corridor" by linguists, and other coastal cities have accents with features in common with New York, like Boston and Charleston, S.C. Those cities "were settled around the same time, and the speakers came from a certain place" — South London — "using a certain type of British English," Becker says.
Then there's the curious case of the New York Honk, which Tom Wolfe wrote about in 1976. The Honk was a certain upper-class East Coast accent that persisted after WWII, spoken by wealthy prep-school types such as Bobby Kennedy and Nelson Rockefeller. Wolf called it "derived in the natural Anglophile bias of Eastern social life." The unique way that New Yorkers draw out their vowels is another important feature of the dialect. Raising the vowels is one of the first exercises Gabis does with actors learning the accent.
New York-style vowels are diphthongs — meaning they change into another sound during pronunciation. That's just a boring way to describe the musical "aww-uhh" that New Yorkers bring to their vowels, pulling them apart like taffy, turning "sausage" into "sawww-sage." Words like "talk" and "walk" turn into two-syllable words: "Taww-uhk" and "waww-uuhk." Travis Bickle's famous line from "Taxi Driver" actually sounds more like, "Yoo tawwhkin' ta may?"