tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post2645347414141626269..comments2023-08-14T11:44:27.299-04:00Comments on Jeremiah's<br> Vanishing New York: Stingy Lulu'sJeremiah Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-78519064729376827432019-12-07T11:25:43.672-05:002019-12-07T11:25:43.672-05:00Lulu's was featured in this 1992 video, I'...Lulu's was featured in this 1992 video, I'm glad to find it.<br />https://youtu.be/EcY1f_vrd4MRattushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18231471991676146201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-30619456679788002062019-04-03T18:56:10.133-04:002019-04-03T18:56:10.133-04:00I worked there until 2003 when I abandoned the EV ...I worked there until 2003 when I abandoned the EV for Detroit because it’s way cheaper. I loved working for these guys and I loved holding the spotlight for the drag shows. NYC is so different now. I will probably never move back.avantardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12820104345462657138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-80945062034671013832016-04-15T01:27:08.198-04:002016-04-15T01:27:08.198-04:00I went there and everywhere a lot 1992-96.
It did ...I went there and everywhere a lot 1992-96.<br />It did seem out of place and contrived but the food was consistently good quality<br />great milkshakes and cocktails<br />....and I had a huge crush on the bartender Lucy, she ruled.stubinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06527482111898789570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-46073637555640326212014-11-03T12:51:38.975-05:002014-11-03T12:51:38.975-05:00I was one of the queens who worked there as a host...I was one of the queens who worked there as a hostess from 1999 until it closed. It was a fun, lively place with fantastic food that was relatively inexpensive. Unfortunately, since Stingy's closure more than a decade ago, this city of diversity has eroded into a playground for the rich and elite. Now, New York City sucks!<br />Michelle Xaviernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-54748278978226637752014-06-06T20:51:27.587-04:002014-06-06T20:51:27.587-04:00It was real. The clocks. The furniture. Lovingly...It was real. The clocks. The furniture. Lovingly bought from flea markets all over the country when flea markets still had real antiques. <br /><br />And it was East Village at its best. 3 cousins, starting from nothing, built it themselves. They loved NYC, Americana, night life, drag queens, and it all worked together. Beautifully. Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01349169035306611426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-78900018934368639902012-12-08T08:16:11.813-05:002012-12-08T08:16:11.813-05:00I've just finished re-watching one of my favor...I've just finished re-watching one of my favorite New York movies, 'Sidewalks of New York'. Several scenes in the film were set in Stingy Lulu's. The film was released in 2001, and features a great ensemble cast. Highly recommended for readers still missing this New York diner.Jim Lesseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08246641739909183223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-48890983677297886802008-11-19T22:15:00.000-05:002008-11-19T22:15:00.000-05:00also, I should add that it's way different to ...also, I should add that it's way different to arrive now & feel apart of the problem then it used to. In the early 90s, people were still in the neighborhood for all the right reasons. you needed the Pink Panther Patrol around to prevent gay bashing, because it was still a bit dangerous around Manhattan. you have to remember, you were sharing a neighborhood with a rough bunch & kinda earned your wings. Now gay people have girls move to the city just to gain a token gay friend, just like they saw on Sex & The City.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-42388559390246316742008-11-19T22:07:00.000-05:002008-11-19T22:07:00.000-05:00oh man, i was just thinking about Stingy Lulu'...oh man, i was just thinking about Stingy Lulu's the other day. I used to always eat there, Penne Ala Vodka on the cheap & it was good! I stopped when you did, the expansion & bar changed it all.<BR/><BR/>Remember that Angel that used to ride around on that gigantic bike? I always ran into the Angel down there.<BR/>There was also an awesome vintage store next door. The owner was amazing & would keep things for me until I could scrape up money & there was a great big white dog there, who I think was named, "Rose." <BR/><BR/>/me hums "memories"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-14965069478616832042008-11-19T14:29:00.000-05:002008-11-19T14:29:00.000-05:00as an "anti-gentrite," it's difficult to see onese...as an "anti-gentrite," it's difficult to see oneself as part of the process. i think broke, queer, artists are in a difficult position--no matter where you go, if you go in a group, you're sure to bring a wave of culture killers with you, and yet that's exactly what you don't want. <BR/><BR/>and broke, queer, artists (outsiders) do tend to seek groups of similar people, often making up for the alienation they experience in their families of origin.<BR/><BR/>it would be easier to be an oblivious "yunnie," in the second wave, one of the super-gentrifiers who exploit (and replace) the first wave.<BR/><BR/>i'm with arielariel--let's go to westchester and see if they follow.Jeremiah Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-39384252596665640572008-11-19T14:18:00.000-05:002008-11-19T14:18:00.000-05:00I always considered Lulu's part of the gentrificat...I always considered Lulu's part of the gentrification of the EV, sort of like a slightly dirtier version of Johnny Rockets on 8th Street. Very retro theme-y "Happy Days"-ish. So to me, it was just an early wave of what is now consuming the whole neighborhood/city. I never went there because I considered them the 'new' people and it's where all the tourists and visitors seem to congregate. It's all perspective, age, and when you arrived, I suppose.Colonnade Rowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05787856775737803939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-4343084640512005532008-11-19T14:13:00.000-05:002008-11-19T14:13:00.000-05:00yes, file it under Disneyfied sign of the gentrify...yes, file it under Disneyfied sign of the gentrifying times.<BR/><BR/>This was a poor working class neighborhood, with a smattering of art students scattered about 35 some odd years ago. After the hippies decamped it was a quiet neighborhood of shops catering to the people who lived here...small restaurants like Odessa (it was once 1/2 the size it is now) fed dozens of young students and workers for a couple of bucks. <BR/><BR/>There were no overpriced east village apartments. my 1-bedroom with working fireplace rented at 308 East 6th Street rented for $135.00 back in 1975.<BR/><BR/>ArielAriel above has it exactly correct, and perhaps even I am guilty of being part of the gentrification of the area, when I moved in all those years ago, drawn by cheap rent and fellow art students.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02121677765340808430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-37060121562233424952008-11-19T12:39:00.000-05:002008-11-19T12:39:00.000-05:00i remember going here when i was about fifteen and...i remember going here when i was about fifteen and ordering a cocktail. i didn't have a fake id yet (who needed an id when one had the bartenders at odessa?!) and when the waitress carded me i must've looked crestfallen. "it's ok, hon," she told me, "just show me your metrocard and we'll pretend it says you're twenty-one." i pulled my (student!) subway pass from my wallet and she nodded approvingly. "i know you won't drink too much and get me in trouble," she added, winking. and i didn't. i ate my food and drank my beer and felt all growed up. thanks for my womanhood, lulu's, you are dearly missed.colehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02976747592047269929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-43630038361871730082008-11-19T10:25:00.000-05:002008-11-19T10:25:00.000-05:00Some questions remain: What was Lulu's--rebel memb...<I>Some questions remain: What was Lulu's--rebel member of the still-anarchic nabe, or Disneyfied sign of the gentrifying times? Was any of it real--that clock, the coffee shop sign, the chrome doors--leftover from a prior tenant? Or was it all a simulation? And what did it mean to love Lulu's in its early days?</I><BR/><BR/>I think about this a lot as a white queer 20something artist who moved here over the romance of NYC (yeah, yeah) -- my existence feeds gentrification and the erasure of historic neighborhoods. I go somewhere and I love it and I shop locally and I try to get to know my neighbors and I do my things. <BR/><BR/>But if enough of my white queer 20something artist peers join me, eventually we will begin a process that we do not in fact want to participate in. The culture and community we create has become a commodity to draw people further up the gentrification ladder. We are destroyers if we choose to exist somewhere in any number, even if we personally -- and even as a group -- do what we can to stop it. And then people are like "hey wait, I can make my life a little easier if I cooperate with this -- if I make myself a little more marketable, and welcome people, and it's sort of nice that the cops come now when I call them..."<BR/><BR/>I always wonder what would happen if all the drag queens and artists and weirdos picked, say, the middle of Westchester and all showed up for a year and made diners and nightclubs and art happenings and public sculpture installations. Time Out NY could run a cover on CHAPPAQUA IS THE NEW COOL and maybe we could trick everyone into moving there and then sneak back into the city.arielarielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12533516396055870455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-78376119605034968682008-11-19T10:08:00.000-05:002008-11-19T10:08:00.000-05:00It's interesting and endearing to see this self-re...It's interesting and endearing to see this self-reflection on (perhaps) your own role in changing the city. I hope to read more.A Kellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13396009245029275591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-75543875481622402452008-11-19T08:46:00.000-05:002008-11-19T08:46:00.000-05:00Ah, yes...thanks for taking us back. Makes me forg...Ah, yes...thanks for taking us back. Makes me forget for the moment what may happen to the space; that sign promising a "new concept." I have the fear!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-52567600252820146232008-11-19T08:19:00.000-05:002008-11-19T08:19:00.000-05:00I remember the placemats--old style cocktails--big...I remember the placemats--old style cocktails--big and tall glasses full of colored drinks!!!<BR/>The waitresses were friendly and nice--I brought my bff there and she flipped--the food was good as well as I remember. It was a relaxed loungy sort of feeling--miss them!!it's nice to go into a place and have the people there be nice and inviting to you. And when they are tall girls in high heels--well--that's a blast too!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com