They've been digging like crazy at the big lot on the northwest corner of 16th and 8th. The lot's been empty for a while and I've long been wondering what was going in. I've asked a few different people and received the following answers:
1. Construction worker on the scene: It's a 16-story residential building
2. Guy in a Sweet Construction cap on the scene: It's a 7-story residential building
3. Neighborhood cop: It's a Trump tower!
And the winner is...
image from Sweet Construction
I have to admit, a small, bitter part of me was hoping for a Trump, just so I could get righteously enraged, but then I remembered that this building is enraging enough, replacing as it did over half a block of small businesses and old low-rises, including a few early-19th century walkups and a single-story that was home to the Cajun.
lost blocks can still be found on Google Maps
Opened in 1978, the Cajun featured Louisiana cuisine and live ragtime jazz from bands with names like Stanley's Washboard Kings and Johnny Tupelo & The Sidekicks. Like the still-shuttered Helen's and other places, cabaret is dead and dying in Chelsea.
But that's okay because everyone loves another brick-and-glass behemoth, just like The Grand Chelsea across the avenue, which the Times called "uninspired" and like "two boxes stuck together." We need more yunnies and more chain stores. Best of all, according to one of the old block's ousted occupants, the anchor tenant will be a bank.
I guess we should count our blessings it's not a Trump.
Another shot courtesy of Romy Ashby