One of the oldest bars in the Village, its history linked to the Beats, the 60s folk movement, and the old maritime life of the Hudson, the Fat Black Pussycat is demolishing its 70 year old facade, complete with slate shingles and charming dormer windows, to make way for a cold aluminum charade. The Irish workman performing the demo said "This is a shame, I used to live around the corner and was in here all the time. You can't find this kind of slate anywhere in New York anymore." The Bloomberg-ization of NYC continues...
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Nice blog, enjoied reading!
I like this blog photos :)
My black pussycat, Meeps, sat in my lap and read this with me. She's ticked too KM!
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Lord, I hope someone claimed all that slate and the original sign.
UGH
Sad ... making ways for whatever !
And another one bites the dust. Thanks for the documentation of this, Ken.
Somebody forgot to give this cat milk! and now its kitty litter time. Richard
Wow, that's really sad. Thanks for capturing these!
This is my favorite bar in the Village. Thanks for the update!
oh no!!!!!!! argh!!!!
this place is so suprisingly huge and a great place for inexpensive drinks. I am shocked to see this.
I don't get it. WHY?!!
I hate this kind of stuff. I know everything can't last forever but I'm a sentimental fool.
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