Moments ago I discovered the terrible news that Chez Brigitte, after just celebrating its 50th anniversary, is shuttering tonight at 5:00.
Too early for lunch, too late for dinner, I won't have a last meal there, but got a cup of coffee and talked a bit with chef Raphael who was busy cooking peas and yellow rice, and turning chicken in a sizzling pan. The lease is up, he told me, and the rent has doubled.
A woman peered in and asked, in a shocked voice, "You're closing?" Yes. "Another one? It's happening all over," she cried, "I'm trying to save Coney Island. Now this!" She walked away, then came back to add, "I am so angry."
It seems every time I post the story of a survivor, they soon go under.