In the menu box on the brick wall, an image from long-ago times, a photo of a young Fedora and her husband, Henry. Fedora's goodbye is simple and true: "It couldn't have happened anywhere else. Thank you, Greenwich Village!"
Somehow, this song keeps playing through my head...
Further reading:
A Night at Fedora
A Regular Remembers
Faux-dora
Fedora's Last Days
Fedora Returns
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Classy to the end... and now the drama begins: How will the new owner modify the space...?
I'm glad I got to hang out in Fedora's before it closed and I wouldn't have found it if not for this blog, via The Half Empty Glass. Thanks for steering me in Fedora's direction before the doors closed on another great New York neighborhood gathering place. Cheers to Fedora and her family.
Fedora has added a hand-written note to the sign, saying "my age and back injury are to blame" for the closure, and she thanks everyone for the many wonderful years.
at the same time, workers have already begun on the interior, men with toolbelts and measuring tape clomping in and out in their workboots. it's happening.
nicely done. My dad loved Louis Prima.
On another note, I went uptown last night to shoot the remaining original Grey's Papaya - they went and remodeled its neon glory, leaving only the sign.
oh no. Ken, let us know when you post the photos. i have a few "before" shots somewhere. i think.
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