Monday, May 4, 2009

*Everyday Chatter

The Times visits the virtual Chelsea Hotel, too--maybe we should have a virtual party. Meet you there? [NYT]

At decadent yunnie brunches, what can you do with $90,000 worth of Dom Perignon? Spray it on "the biggest show offs in NYC." [GofG via Curbed]

Avenue B "NIMBYs" win battle against a crowded, noisy bar. [Eater]

Beloved, quirky New York Doll Hospital to close after death of owner, Irving Chais. [NYT]

Irving Chais, by NY_Doll, flickr pool

Landmarking a little street in Williamsburg that Henry Miller called: “The ideal street for a boy, a lover, a maniac, a drunkard, a crook, a lecher, a thug, an astronomer, a musician, a poet, a tailor, a shoemaker, a politician.” Or, you know, a condo. [NYT]

Celebs complain about having to live near meatpacking plants--in the Meatpacking District. [EVG]

"On the Bowery we’ll be a little French," says Boulud of his ill-named DBGB. [TONY]

When calamity separates people from their shoes at the cobbler shop. [NYT]

After Nic Cage movie "ravages Chinatown," it nearly kills people in Times Square. [Gothamist]

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

While a then resident of the West Village, I took strolls through the Meatpacking District. Sensing it was on life support, I would collect the hang tags left on the sidewalk. They compose a visual chapter of NY's history. If you want a good look at preMePa, watch Black Rain with Michael Douglas. You'll get a slight idea as to what it was like. Again, goodbye to all that.

Goggla said...

Ohh...the loss of the Doll Hospital brings tears to my eyes. I never had anything repaired there, but he was one of those unique and irreplaceable NY characters. :(

Jill said...

On the $1000 lost shoes - in which country is being a cobbler so disrespected that he can't use his last name? I think he sold the shoes on eBay.

Anonymous said...

I shall shed no tears for the closing of Le Souk. This is hardly a case of NIMBYism. It's a case of a residential neighborhood asserting its rights over a bunch of spoiled out-of-towners puking on its streets, hollering in the middle of the night and acting, in general, as ne'er-do-wells. Good riddance.

Melanie said...

The Doll Hospital was around in my Mom's youth. A long time ago. RIP!