As New York enters its "worst fiscal crisis since the mid-1970s," fashionistas are decking themselves out in Depression-era duds. What's that line about fiddling as Rome burns? [EVG]
With doubling rent, Judy's Better Dresses, a shop with the personal touch, closes after 40 years in midtown. [Times]
Nice to see Ralph Blumenthal is back from Texas and writing very funny articles like this almost-parody in which Staten Islanders bid a tearful farewell to their beloved Starbucks. [Times]
Remember the Love Coffee truck, rolling around the city claiming to be related to Mud Coffee? Well, it looks like they're opening a brick-and-mortar location up on quiet little Pleasant Ave. in East Harlem:
When I read this story (check out those comments) about exclusive club the Eldridge, I thought, this has to be a satire. It was too perfect, too over the top, like this work-of-art condo parody. But the Eldridge is real (I think). Thankfully, the so-called Ko-Thario has released a satire of the Eldridge, describing his own super-secret club, where A-listers will be drinking the blood of Gretchen Mol. [Grub St.]
Ko-Thario, aka Seth Gordon, is also the inventor of the $12,000 knish. Glad to see someone smart is mocking this Vongerichtification madness.
Grub Street also alerts us to this pretty great video-walk with Florent Morellet through the Meatpacking District, where transgender sex workers once traversed the cobblestones steady on their stilettos, and where now "Sex and the City wannabe girls" fall off their Manolos. [Grub St.]