Could it be true? Krystyna had planned to return to the East Village after a vacation in Poland--has she really gone to Jamaica? And not the one in Queens.
from my 5 Rose's post
This "food and sports" blog states that: "23/7 is a sports bar owned by a New Yorker named John who said F*ck it, I'm moving to Negril. Its located right on the beach and has all the sports needs of Americans and Europeans... The New Yorkers will be happy to know that they moved a retired pizza lady from NYC out there to cook authentic NYC pizza available late into the night."
I had to know for sure.
I called 23/7 in Negril and spoke to co-owner John Maire, who confirmed the rumor. John lived in the East Village most of his life. He ate at the 5 Rose's for 20 years and even delivered pizzas for Krystyna. She cooked for his wedding. With the neighborhood turned to "bullshit," John got out. He brought Krystyna with him, convincing her that the beaches of Negril were a lot warmer than Poland.
John says the pizza is still excellent and made with yeast he brings down from Moishe's Bakery on Second Avenue. And Krystyna is happy. She got on the phone with me and said, "Jamaica is better for me. I love it here. Not like New York--forget it, Honey!"
Forget it, indeed. Take a look at Krystyna's new view from this "Safe Haven for Sinners":
from Queen of Subtle's flickr
Damn!
ReplyDeleteRoad trip?
LOL. This is funny. We are celebrating getting the hell out of New York. Who wants to live around a bunch of Yunnies with no character anyway. The real New Yorkers moved away years ago. Sure, a few stuck around, but to be honest, the only New York accent I hear is from construction workers who most likely live in Long Island or Staten Island.
ReplyDeleteThe biggest accent I hear is the "Valley Girl" accent. I hear it from guys and girls alike. That's the way the hipsters and Yunnies talk. They have modified it a bit, it's faster now. It's a know-it-all I am better than you attitude of these narcissist.
I remember when the Bowery was gritty, Alphabet City was tough, Hell's Kitchen was really Hell's Kitchen. Now it's Valley girl-ified. It's Starbuckified. Jamba Juice-ified. Pink Berry-ified.
Corporate. Cold. Cloned. It's painful to know that all of my favorite mom & pop places are fading away and knowing 100% it will be another chain store one day and will never return.
Gotta go!
ReplyDeleteWhen I saw the headline, I was ready to suggest a road trip...on the F train! Oops, wrong Jamaica. Glad she's happy and doing well, tho.
ReplyDeleteShe's something special...Im not big on NY slices but those are just great as is the bar. Ill be back to take a seat next March to watch the madness.
ReplyDeleteUm, Anonymous, all those supposedly "bland neighborhoods" you are talking about are in Manhattan. Manhattan covers less than 10% of the city's area.
ReplyDeleteYou are not talking about NYC; you are talking about a few core neigborhoods that have always been different than the rest of NYC.
Therefore, even if we were to accept you claim as true (which I don't); that every inch of Manhattan, from Inwood to the Battery is just like everywhere else, then why on earth would you "celebrate getting the hell out of NY". That makes no sense!
If you do not like people or things from outside of NY, how could your solution be to move to where those hated people or things originate?
Bless ya Jeremiah, this bit of news has made my week. She deserves to be happy.
ReplyDelete"The real New Yorkers moved away years ago. Sure, a few stuck around, but to be honest, the only New York accent I hear is from construction workers who most likely live in Long Island or Staten Island."
ReplyDeleteBlah, blah, blah. I'm with you when it comes to decrying the lack of respectfulness of (some) new transplants. But, I'll tell you what, the German and Polish immigrants of the 19th and early 20th centuries didn't have accents the same as their English predecessors, nor the same as the Irish. And the Puerto Rican, Dominican and other groups that followed didn't have an old-fashioned Archie Bunker-style New York accent, either.
Your accent doesn't make you a New Yorker. Nor does being "gritty." Sure, it's a real gas to blather on about loving "grit," but my guess is you're most likely a white, middle-class person who can wax philosophical about all this stuff without having to have actually lived through it.
There's a balance to everything. Yes, the suburbanization of New York -- of *everywhere* -- has gone too far. But heroin addicts -- two; young women -- dying in the landing in my apartment building, people with AIDS wasting away on the street corner and buildings -- whole neighborhoods -- being burned for insurance money, none of this is glamorous, gritty or otherwise worthy of celebration. It was devastation. For humans and for the living city.
So go caterwaul on about your lost New York, hey-you-talkin'-to-me accent somewhere else. It doesn't hold water any more than the old honkee on the street corner complaining about the new "PRs" that moved to his block.
Anonymous wrote: "The biggest accent I hear is the "Valley Girl" accent. I hear it from guys and girls alike. That's the way the hipsters and Yunnies talk. They have modified it a bit, it's faster now. It's a know-it-all I am better than you attitude of these narcissist."
ReplyDeleteHorrible, isn't it? And the female Yunnie airheads speak in this squeaky, nasal baby voice as though they've just inhaled helium. Unbearable to listen to. Ugly in tone, pitch, and most important of all, void of intelligent content.
Anonymous is correct and wrote a great post. Looks like it hit a nerve with a couple of Yunnies here though!!!
"The biggest accent I hear is the "Valley Girl" accent"
ReplyDeleteespecially the twinkies
ever been on st. mark's on a weekend night -- bunch of twinkies arming themselves with blondes
better in jamaica than in the ev -- no twinkies around
Thanks for the update on Krystyna. I am glad to hear she is living it up in Jamaica. What a change from the East Village.
ReplyDeleteDo you happen to know whatever became of Vinnie, the proprietor of La Focacceria on First Avenue? I still miss that place.