It will be renovated and reopen as a "fabulous new Soho restaurant and bar in the spirit of the Soho institution."
The suit alleges Thanksgiving meant wrestling in a kiddie pool of cranberries.
1983 called. It wants its quarters back.
Colonia Verde, Croxley Abbey, and more bars and restaurants.
Men enjoy a nice pour of guava-flavored Alizé now and then, you know.
Expect "another five to seven locations" for New York City.
And boozy blood-orange floats.
There goes the neighborhood, again.
Onondaga is out too, probably.
It won't be a dive, and there's going to be a food component, too.
Small-produced wines by the glass, and duck confit and chimichurri sandwiches, come to the neighborhood.
The lease says it can't "operate as a gay or lesbian bar and/or restaurant."
From cutting lime juice with lemon or simply eliminating lime drinks from the menu, bars have to get creative to combat rising costs.
"They were all laughing at me and making fun of me for wearing these short shorts."
It includes a New Orleans-style second-line parade.
There's a kale martini.
Profiles of Barbara Lynch and teen chef Flynn McGarry are among the highlights.
So long, Budweiser buckets and taxidermied critters.