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In 1941, an amphitheater was built in the park, along with an adjacent limestone recreational building, as part of an urban renewal project for the Lower East Side. During the 1950s, the amphitheater was the site of frequent free Evening-in-the-Park concerts. Joseph Papp (1921-1991), founder of Shakespeare in the Park and the Public Theater, staged Julius Caesar there in 1956. Local schools held their graduation ceremonies there, and the Group of Ancient Drama staged free-of-charge performances of classic Greek plays. In 1973 however, the amphitheater closed due to budget cuts. Vandals attacked the neglected theater and by 1980 it was unusable.
In its fall preview, New York magazine had a November open here. Given that staffing is just underway, that doesn't quite seem likely.
The original Donut Pub opened on 14th Street and Seventh Avenue in December 1964.
Previously on EV Grieve:
The Donut Pub opening an outpost on Astor Place
In 1982, Dojo took over the space next door and expanded even more. Then in 1991, Dojo in the West Village was created – both Dojo East and Dojo West were favorite local gems. Unfortunately in 2007, Dojo East was closed down due to high rent. BUT Dojo West is still going strong!
Wow. I have been eating here for nearly 30 years. (Always the soy burger with that amazing carrot ginger dressing) Went here the night of our jr prom rather than do whatever kids usually do. And when I was most poor, it was so affordable. https://t.co/9VCCtv4aLm
— Dusty Rebel (@TheDustyRebel) October 25, 2018
My heart will weep for carrot ginger dressing and cold sesame noodles forever. https://t.co/UgOUuLvv7l
— Morgue Shanahan (@the818) October 25, 2018
Sending thoughts and prayers to all my NYU History peeps. https://t.co/xQSybpplit
— Thomas Fleischman (@TomFleischman) October 25, 2018
RIP the one place in NY that catered to both my brokeness and my vegan-ness at age 17 in the summer of 2002. https://t.co/tTR3Ymde5Y
— Judy Berman (@judyberman) October 25, 2018
Today in my-city-is-gone, the closure of a signature Gen-X first-date emporium. As @mehpatrol put it, "Pour out some carrot-ginger dressing." https://t.co/NRbWeOzyJJ
— Sam Sifton (@SamSifton) October 25, 2018
the number of mediocre meals i had here with TISCH friends right after moving to NY. incalculable. https://t.co/VqwLTaBBfS
— w.e.b. da boyyy (@rodb) October 25, 2018
Carrot ginger dressing on every fucking thing on the menu. RIP. Also, it was gross. https://t.co/DrGyJuV9W4
— gabe mckinley (@gabejamckinley) October 25, 2018
I ate here every week for 3 years. The food was awful. https://t.co/9voja5F7S2
— Charlie Lait (@charlielait) October 25, 2018
Nobletree’s name reflects the coffee tree’s alluring history and is a nod of respect to those who first transported coffee trees from their native home in Ethiopia to the tropics of the Atlantic. Today, Nobletree Coffee continues that tradition of respect by valuing everyone involved in growing, roasting, and preparing coffee as team members united in working toward the common goal of delivering a superior product to the most discerning consumers.
A man in London tries to help a counterespionage agent. But when the agent is killed and the man stands accused, he must go on the run to save himself and stop a spy ring which is trying to steal top secret information.
The chain of events serves as a stark reminder that even in 2018 Manhattan, a city that lives beneath the nonstop gaze of countless surveillance cameras, one that for years has urged its citizens, if they see something suspicious, to say something, it is still possible for a dead man in a parked car on a busy block to go unnoticed for days.
The events leading up to and following that August day also unspool a story about a distressed man’s plan to raise some fast cash, thwarted by circumstance, and his grim resolve in his final hours to end his life, detailed in farewell text messages to his loved ones.
Traffic officers who write parking tickets most likely passed by him at least twice, on days that his car was parked illegally. Officers looking for violators on street-cleaning days — on East 12th Street, those days were Tuesday and Friday — routinely ignore vehicles when the driver is sitting inside. Mr. Weglarz’s vehicle received no tickets on the Tuesday or Friday when it was parked illegally, suggesting an officer might have seen him and assumed he was just another idle driver.
The episode left Mr. Weglarz’s family furious with the police. They don’t believe the chances were high that their brother could have been rescued after ingesting the poison, but they said he should not have been left there for a week.
The police spokesman, J. Peter Donald, said officers did what they could with the information they had, including canvassing city hospitals. “Unfortunately, those efforts did not locate Mr. Corbis,” he said.
Mr. Weglarz was cremated in September. His sister plans to scatter his ashes in Manhattan, home to many successes in his acting years and where he began his computer career, long before the day he parked his car on the street and never left.
Behind the counter are steam-table tubs containing the café’s daily dishes. There’s no printed menu, so check the chalkboard outside before you walk in. The other day the offerings included stewed pig’s feet, paprika roast chickens, and a codfish casserole. Available every day, though, is the roast pork leg or shoulder called pernil.
I chowed down on the braised pork ribs, the meaty bones cooked with onion, green pepper, and garlic. It came with a mountain of yellow rice and black beans, but I could have picked white rice and red beans. The full plate set me back $8.70 — indeed, all the luncheon size plates cost less than $10 ...