“For everyone who finds life in New York City to be some kind of wonderland, there are ten who are living moment to moment, broke, or scared, or angry, or hungry, or bored to death.”
Tom McGoveran’s remembrance of Ed Koch, which I’m just lately getting to, is lovely and a good reminder, I think, of what New York really is like now, which isn’t so different from what it was like then, maybe.
Living Room is a, I think, “Middle Eastern”-themed night club on 21 St., near Astoria Blvd. Its awning is supposed to look like tree bark, I guess, but when you walk under it, it looks like the places is making a funny face at you. It’s so ugly.
Awe-some! I’ve never actually passed under the awning—only been horrified from across the street. I thought maybe they were going for “cave entrance”? Or “Hershey factory disaster”? Now it’s obvious they’re aspiring to “creepy Muppet.”