tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post8166232981246080679..comments2023-08-14T11:44:27.299-04:00Comments on Jeremiah's<br> Vanishing New York: Frankel'sJeremiah Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791516443125872364noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-44772707113721461512017-11-01T01:32:57.650-04:002017-11-01T01:32:57.650-04:00They'll turn the building into some horrible h...They'll turn the building into some horrible hipster food place or "gastropub" that sells $30 kale burgers, while all the decor will be reclaimed wood and "repurposed" shit. And they'll sit around and talk about how the interior looks "soooooo brooklyn".<br /><br />I swear, they really need to either call open season on hipsters and those damn stuck up pretentious women with their $600 strollers or just level North Brooklyn (and hipsters) to rubble and let us all start over again.KaiserWilhelm'sGhosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08913044869736812485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-5924626034845021072017-10-31T18:14:52.681-04:002017-10-31T18:14:52.681-04:00My dad, Marty’s cousin, always took my sister and ...My dad, Marty’s cousin, always took my sister and me to Frankel’s and it was such a treat. I remember my Frye boots that I got there and the trips to Brooklyn. Frankel’s sure will be missed by many. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13659760720034748354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-6423833910989971162017-10-31T15:17:58.975-04:002017-10-31T15:17:58.975-04:00My favorite Marty Frankel story (and there are man...My favorite Marty Frankel story (and there are many) is about the young teenage boy who came into the store and waited for Marty to be alone. He whispered to him, "Trojans." Marty said, "Speak up, I can't hear you." After the kid repeated his request, Marty asked him his size. The boy said he didn't know and Marty gave him a tape measure and sent him into the dressing room. He returned, red-faced, and when he said, "2 inches," Marty told him that was extra large and that they were out of that size. ;-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06142115427497313030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683382864156505640.post-43471744909823113982017-10-30T13:38:04.950-04:002017-10-30T13:38:04.950-04:00"They like to take pictures of my barcodes, t..."They like to take pictures of my barcodes, though, and then buy the shoes online."<br /><br />And that's the death of brick-and-mortar retail right there. Downtownerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06270523045141776338noreply@blogger.com