Movie party tonight

Many thanks to Flavorwire for asking me to write a post on the demise of the Pioneer Theater. The post is here.

Meanwhile, the Pioneer folks are throwing a farewell party tonight at 6 with popcorn, free movies and, we hope, some good schlock.

Giving Extra Place the warm, comfortable feel of suburbia

The Villager has an update on Extra Place:

Neil Cardi was walking down E. First St. between Second Ave. and the Bowery, when he stopped. He was wearing a worn-out rocker T-shirt and black skeleton biker gloves, complete with trench coat slung over his shoulders. Standing by the small, cul de sac in midblock, he sneaked a smirk at the grimy, graffiti-covered walls and scraps of trash that decorated the obscure alley.

“This place gives me comfort,” said Cardi, a former amateur musician who has struggled with substance abuse. “I remember spending a night or two here as the Rolling Stones rolled out the back of that door. It used to be CBGB.”

The unmarked place Cardi stood in front of is a deserted street known as Extra Place and some say that since the 1970s this historic alleyway has given character to the Lower East Side.

Sigh.

AvalonBay’s advertisements that run along the walls between the Bowery and Second Ave. read, “The Redefined Bowery.” And redefining is exactly what residents of 11 E. 1st St. and 22 E. First St., together known as Avalon Bowery Place condominiums, want for Extra Place.

“Clean it up!” and “It’s pretty ugly” were the reactions of people coming out of both buildings as they walked from pressure-washed sidewalks surrounding the new buildings to aged, gum-covered splats of cement. Jennifer, a resident of two months who declined to give her last name, said of the attraction of fixing up Extra Place with cafes: “The less I have to travel for nightlife the better.”

So is Extra Place nothing more than an alley that needs a sprucing up or is it one of the last remnants of old New York? The vote is split.

“It’s kind of famous as the back door of CBGB’s. It’s the backdrop of The Ramones’ ‘Rocket to Russia’ album,” said Fred Harris, senior vice president of AvalonBay, of Extra Place. He said it’s unclear if the parcel is even an officially mapped city street, but, “Regardless of its status, or whether or we own it or not, we just want to clean it up, light it and maintain it and pedestrianize it.”

Extra Place coverage on EV Grieve

David Duchovny really needs to hire better help

From The Villager's police blotter this week:

Police arrested three men shortly before 1 a.m. on Fri., Oct. 24, and charged them with stealing four bottles of oral-sex drops, three bottles of massage oil, a porn movie tape, a package of nipple cream and a sex toy, all from Cherry Box, an erotica shop at 162 W. Fourth St. The suspects, Corey Brown, 31; Malcolm Anderson, 26, and John Francis, 28, were charged with grand larceny after the woman who was tending the shop identified them, police said.

Developing!: A sign appears at 159 Second Ave.

A few weeks ago, we passed along word that the former A. Fontana Shoe Repair at 159 Second Ave. and 10th Street was becoming a vegan ice cream joint. Well, the front windows have been papered over for weeks. And then! A sign just appeared, as this photo from our tipster shows:



Stogo? As in consultant Malcolm Stogo of the Ice Cream University?

Whether this place has anything to do with Stogo, we'll share his bio anyway -- because it's delicious! (heh):

For the last 25 years, Malcolm Stogo has been in the forefront in developing today's ice cream concepts leap years ahead of the industry. He is the author of Ice Cream & Frozen Desserts, co-author of Ice Cream Cakes, and author of a new book titled How To Succeed in the Incredible Ice Cream Business. He is President of Malcolm Stogo Associates, an international ice cream consulting firm, as well as founder of Ice Cream University, a seminar series and publishing company on ice cream production, and marketing and publisher of Batch Freezer News and Ice Cream Store News, two quarterly newsletters on everything one needs to know about ice cream production and marketing. In the 1980's, he co-owned Ice Cream Extravaganza (New York), the largest single frozen dessert operation ($1,500,000 in sales). He also invented the chocolate dipped waffle cone now being produced and sold all over the world.

I can't get past Ice Cream University. ICU? Go Defibrillators! (And do they have a football team?)

Blarney Cove memories

Jeremiah captures the spirit of the beloved Blarney Cove on 14th Street today. Another EV Grieve favorite. Reading his post reminded me of one of my first visits, whenever that was. (Also, seems as if my dive-bar anecdotes all involve food.) Three of us went in during some off time in late January one year. Only one other person was at the bar, way down by the door. It was the first time that I'd seen this bartender. And he certainly didn't know us. He was friendly as all the BC folks are. After a few rounds, he asked us if we were hungry. Not really. Still, he said he had some food that he could put out for us. "Oh, thank you very much. That's very nice of you. We're just not hungry at the moment." Perfect! With that, he bolted down the basement steps and gingerly came back up carrying a six-foot party sub wrapped in plastic. Where this thing had been stored (and for how long), we didn't know. With the care of, say, a paleontologist, he unwrapped the beastly thing. I may be wrong about this, but I swear after the unveiling the bartender did a little "ta-da!" Keeping with the paleontology theme, the bread was as hard as a fossil. We politely nibbled at it and thanked him. And ordered another round.

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.

More on the Day of the Dead bike ride

I had a post Monday on the Day of the Dead bike ride in the East Village. The organizers sent me this wrap up of the events that took place Sunday:

Cyclists, zombified with white and black face paint and dressed in bright, festive colors, took downtown Manhattan for a two hour ride on Sunday, November 2. They rose the dead with loud cheers, "viva bicicletas!" (live on bicycles) and "celebramos los muertos!" (celebrate the dead), in addition to visiting sites of cyclists hit and killed by cars and holding mock funerals.

Village environmental group Time's Up! organized the Day of the Dead bike ride in order to promote safer streets and remember and celebrate the cyclists Brandie Bailey, Rasha Shamoon, Brad Will and their community.

A garbage truck hit Bailey on Houston St. at Ave. A in 2005. Cyclists stopped first at her white "ghost" bike memorial, in order to celebrate the lives of all people killed on this dangerous street. After a moving speech that ended with, "let's celebrate the dead and fight like hell for the living," cyclists cheered and danced to Mexican music performed by former Blood, Sweat and Tears trumpet player Lew Soloff.

Next cyclists rode to where Shamoon was struck by an SUV at Delancey and Bowery on August 11, 2008. They held a 'mock" funeral in the divider of the intersection. Then they theatrically "died" and were "buried" under the wheels of a parked taxi in the Allen Street bike lane, demonstrating the danger caused by motorists parked in the bike lanes.

The final celebration for the dead on the bike ride occurred at a community garden, where Will dedicated much of his activist effort when he wasn't promoting bike riding. Cyclists ended their ride at St. Marks Church, filled with renewed energy to continue their fight for safe streets for all present and future cyclists.

They asked Mayor Bloomberg to join them in the quest for safer streets for all the New Yorkers, who are often eager to get on their bikes, but discouraged by unprotected, un-enforced bike lanes. They called for the city to honor its commitment to making the roads bike-friendly and green.

There are more photos like the one above on the Time's Up! Flickr page.

The Oak Room reopens tomorrow

The Oak Room at the Plaza reopens tomorrow after its big, expensive facelift. Which reminds me that I bought this swell set of Plaza coasters a few years ago at an apartment sale.



I also found this clip. When I first moved to New York, I had to stay at the Plaza for a few days until my condo was ready:

Reliving Tuesday night, when people broke out into song ("We are the Champions," no less) in the streets

Finally getting back to Tuesday night when, as you read exclusively here first, Barack Obama was elected as the 44th President of the United States.

I stopped by the usual places in the neighborhood during the evening. I went by Sophie's too -- and the place was full. Good for them. I've never seen the old place so crowded. Lots of longtime regulars were there. Like Caveman and Freddy. Freddy had been in his native Puerto Rico in recent times. He was telling people that he came back just to vote in New York. Anyway, there were balloons and food. Couldn't stay long, though -- nowhere to sit. Or stand, really. And I wanted to be near some of the people that I knew. So I moved on to the next place. Next time.

Meanwhile, there's all sorts of video from the celebration that erupted on St. Mark's...here is just a small sampling that provide a few different views:

From willgmcc:





From jewishnyactor:



From Caity180:



From the Play the Game of Life blog:





Meanwhile, Bob Arihood was there for compelling photos and a narrative. And Jeremiah has photos from his trek from First Avenue and St. Mark's to Union Square. Hunter-Gatherer was there too.

Appreciating a classic

Given the news that the Holland Bar may be closed for good, it's time to tip our hat to some of the like-minded bars in the city. (Dive bars. Lonely old man bars. Whatever you prefer!) Such as the well-traveled Subway Inn.








Related:
Ken Mac has some excellent shots of the Inn here.

Noted

The first clues are emerging that Wall Street pay will plummet this year . . . Bonuses for top executives could plunge by 70 percent. (New York Times)

Walking on Madison

For some reason late yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Grieve and I found ourselves walking on that really faboo stretch of Madison Avenue in the 70s and 60s. And all those designer places -- Armani, Jil Sander, Dolce & Gabbana, et al. And you know we didn't see one person shopping in any of these stores. Seriously. Post-election hangover perhaps? Or maybe the richies just don't shop in a light rain on weekday afternoons? Or maybe the economy is really fucked. Anyway, every store was the same: A handful of well-dressed employees standing around looking expectantly out the store windows.

Rooftop tumor continues to grow on Third Avenue

Near 13th Street.

Money! Get your money!

In the Flatiron District.

Noted

The night after Election Night

On 11th Street near Avenue B.

How Bloomberg is going to deal with the budget gap

Layoffs. (New York Post)

Here's Lenny Waller's response to the article/cuts:

"Think SoHo"

Gothamist has a Q-and-A today with Robert Prichard, who worked the door at the Pyramid in the 1980s before opening Surf Reality’s House Of Urban Savages in 1993. He's getting ready to unveil Queensbridge Theater in Long Island City.

Having been priced out of Manhattan, where do you see the Lower East Side/East Village area in 5 or 10 years from now? Think SoHo. The community board is already telling bars and lounges that are up for Liquor License renewals that they will only give their support if the bar agrees to closing at 1 a.m. Look for more boutiques, national & international chains like Gucci and expensive restaurants.

Same old story

One-story structures seem to be a rarity in the East Village these days...this business at 238 E. 4th Street near Avenue B is no exception...it will become a two-family residence, according to the paperwork taped to the front....

Blinded by the site

(Photo taken last Friday...in case you were wondering...)

Noted

On Henry Street in Chinatown.

Yes!: We won't have to move to, say, Greenland

See you in 2012, bitches

Democracy in action!

Yes, just successfully voted! Hello Maverick penis sleeve!

P.S.
No line...went by this morning just after 6, and there were some 300 people waiting. For voting.

C'MON PEOPLE! THERE'S STILL TIME TO KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE! WE CAN DO IT! NINE HOURS TILL THE POLLS CLOSE

Memories of Election 2008

Oh, my apologies: That headline should have read Bad memories of Election 2008!

RIP Holland Bar

Ugh. Jeremiah reports today that the Holland Bar on Ninth Avenue near 39th Street at the ass-end of Port Authority is now closed. Arguably the best lonely old man bar in the city. I could go on about the double-whammy of hitting the Holland and the neighboring Bellevue (which is now Duff's in Williamsburg) for an afternoon or evening. Last time I went to the Holland, the bartender asked me if I wanted some snacks. They had tortilla chips! I politely declined, but he insisted. I watched him struggle with opening the sealed bag. He dumped some into a plastic bowl for me. Despite coming from a freshly opened bag, the chips were soggy. Beyond stale. It just seemed perfect.

[Photo by Shanna Ravindra/New York]

Noted

The Daily News had this brief today (and I see Brooklyn Vegan had the item yesterday...). Anyway, here's part of a press release on the opening of the the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ANNEX NYC in Soho next month:

This November, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ANNEX NYC will open its doors for the first time. The highly anticipated ANNEX will take visitors beyond the typical museum experience in a dynamic and immersive journey that recalls some of the most defining moments in rock and roll history. When the ANNEX opens on November 24th, visitors will journey through multiple galleries to discover the moments ignited by hundreds of music revolutionaries like John Lennon, Madonna, Jimi Hendrix and Bob Dylan. Additionally, The ANNEX will open its first special exhibit in true punk rock style, honoring the Clash. The Clash exhibit, which debuted at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in Cleveland, OH in 2006 will now appear at the ANNEX for a limited run.
As the first of its rotating featured exhibits, The ANNEX will open its doors with an exhibit dedicated to the Clash, entitled Revolution Rock: The Story of the Clash. This exhibit will allow visitors to get an in-depth look into how the band’s politicized lyrics, musical experimentation, and rebellious attitude have helped shape rock history. As rebels with a cause, The Clash took the manic anger of British punk and transformed it into a political and aesthetic agenda. Album after album, as they railed against the status quo of corporate rock and safe middle-class values, The Clash was a burning reminder of why punk mattered.
The exhibit will examine the music and lives of the band with artifacts including well-known instruments, stage clothing, rare posters, set-lists and original manuscripts. Highlights include Joe Strummer’s Fender Telecaster and Mick Jones’ Gibson Les Paul Jr. guitars and handwritten lyrics for “London Calling,” “Know Your Rights” and “Clampdown.”
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ANNEX NYC is proudly supported by official sponsors Citi, Best Buy, Diesel for Bloomingdale’s, and Gibson.

Remembering Giuliani's "Countdown to Victory" calendar

236.com: Rudy's Countdown to Victory @ Yahoo! Video

Heh.

Meanwhile, there's other important, non-election-related news

Such as the city's alleged growing naked sushi model market. First, yes, I'm a little late on this story. No matter, though: Given these depressed economic times, nothing says thrifty, hand-to-mouth living more than attending a party with naked sushi models! As the NYCBP blog noted last Wednesday: "Why else live in New York, if you can't order food and eat it off a woman (or man) lying half naked on a table in front of you?"

Indeed!

NYCBP was also kind enough to publish some photos from Sushi-Models.com. (And they included some hilarious captions, such as "Just another Craigslist success story, right on the table" and "Dude, this is so much better than Applebee's!"






Related:
Confessions of a Naked Sushi Model (Vanity Fair)

Pioneer Theater to have last hurrah on Friday

As you may know, the Pioneer Theater on Third Street and Avenue A is officially closed. Here's the message on their Web site:

Dear Pioneer Friends, Filmmakers, & Film Lovers,
Ten years ago, when we began construction on The Pioneer, we were told we were crazy -- that no single screen, indie-oriented, 99 seat theater, east of Avenue A, could possible survive. But for nine years, we did -- showcasing the best of truly independent cinema, presenting restored classics (from The Last Picture Show to Ace in the Hole), curating special programs (from Luis Guzman Night to the 42nd Street Smut Show), hosting guest filmmakers (from Robert Altman and Robert Downey to Steve Buscemi and Richard Kelly) and partnering with local film organizations including the IFP, Filmmaker’s Co-op, Cinema Tropical, Fangoria, Women in Film and Television, Cinewomen, Third I, Slamdance, Docfest, and many more...

We’ve been blessed that The Earth Mother, Mel Cooley, The Dude, and the other Two Boots pizzas have been able to support our labor of love all these years, but now, with our lease ending and a rent hike looming, it’s no longer economically feasible to keep the theater going. Friday, October 31st at midnight, will be our last regular screening, appropriately: Night of the Living Dead.
We want to thank our amazing staff, past and present, and we want to thank you, our loyal audience, for your patronage over the years. Please, PLEASE, keep supporting independent films and independent theaters.

Finally, on Friday, November 7th, we’ll be having a goodbye party starting at 6pm - free movies, popcorn, and reminiscences. Please come by!

Here are a few Pioneer obits from around blogosphere:

Scars of Youth

The Reeler (via Jeremiah)

Week of Wonders

Bad Lit