This pink elephant needs a break.
Anyone who thought the Mars Bar and its old, skanky charm was really headed back to its former home on Second Avenue will no doubt go pale with fright and then promptly keel over when they hear that blueprints for an entity called “The Pink Elephant” were spotted on a tabletop inside the space over the weekend. What this means is anyone’s guess, of course, but those who guess it refers to an East Village incarnation of the other Pink Elephant, along with surly bouncers, overpriced Champagne, noxious blooms of cologne, and people who wear $900 jeans are all probably onto something. [EV Grieve, Related]
