“I like you” NYC via Jay Maisel’s 190 Bowery.
It has been over a year since the king of all dive bars, Mars Bar, closed due to gentrification. And it has been approximately one year since the building that housed Mars Bar was razed to make way for the construction of this luxury apartment building.
So goes one of the final chapters of low income alcoholic transplants to New York getting kicked out to make room for higher income pill popper transplants to New York. Ahhh, gentrification!
With Billy’s Antiques on Houston Street having died this year and received a funeral, we wonder if the neighboring yuppies (yes, we’re even looking at you, Jim Gaffigan) of the new Bowery will try to scream and scare out the spirit of Billy’s Antiques to make sure that it will wake up and fly up to heaven.
Afterall, the new Bowery wants to make sure that everything inside of it is made of glass and doesn’t have a soul. So the last thing they should have happen is for the awesome spirit of Billy’s Antiques to linger around.
We couldn’t help but notice this table at a restaurant at Houston and Bowery. It looks as though it is made out of an NYPD wooden barricade with the legs cut down to size.
Or did someone made a wooden table, paint it NYPD blue, beat the wood up a bunch and then sell it to an overpriced restaurant?
Both seem quite plausible.
When we visited the great state of Hawaii, we were shocked to find so many homeless people there (this was in the late 1990s). We thought to ourselves that those homeless people were smarter than the many homeless that we were familiar with in New York because they were living in a warm climate and it was paradise. We told ourselves that should we ever become homeless, we would definitely save up enough money to get an airplane ticket, fly to Hawaii, and live as a homeless man in paradise on the beach.
Fast forward many years, and we found this scene along the Bowery. The remnants of a homeless person’s cardboard bed. If you’re stuck in New York and can’t get to Hawaii, the next best thing just might be sleeping outside of the Hawaii Restaurant Equipment store along the Bowery, with four men watching over you.