Ian Schrager’s Public Hotel opened on Chrystie Street last month with a Patti Smith performance in its basement club, Public Arts. Since then, the venue, which modestly bills itself as “the first new idea since [Schrager’s] Studio 54 forty years ago,” has hosted performers like Slick Rick as well as the “late-night hot, sweaty dancing” it promised on its webpage. But we haven’t heard all that much about the hotel’s rooftop bar.
A Driggs Avenue woman, 28, is believed to have died from a head injury after falling from her loft bed. [DNA Info]
Between Sunday and Wednesday this week, four violent robberies occurred on the Lower East Side, including a cab driver who was punched in the eye and relieved of $25. [DNA Info]
Compared to one year ago, the cost to rent a ground floor retail space has increased by an average of 42 percent Greenpoint, and decreased by an average of 18 percent in Williamsburg. [The Real Deal]
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Butcher Holler Here We Come at DarkFest, with Adam Belvo on the right
Tonight, The Tank turns off its lights for four days, for its annual DarkFest. The midtown theater has invited five known and emerging acts to do whatever they want, as long as they steer clear of the power grid. In previous years, that has meant anonymous confessions in the pitch black, shows illuminated with nothing but glow tape, and a mining-disaster story lit only with hard-hat headlamps.
It’s officially ice cream sandwich season, meaning everything from the donut ice cream sandwich at Peter Pan to the babka ice cream sandwich at Russ & Daughters. And now there’s a new one in the mix: Turin-born Italian gelato brand Gelarto has opened a shop on the corner of Avenue A and East 9th, and they’re serving up ice cream sandwiches made with brioche buns.
We’re kind of bummed that Alamo Drafthouse hasn’t brought its Jaws on the Water screenings to NYC, but here’s something equally beachy and immersive. The dine-in theater just announced a screening of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind that will truly carrey you away (sorry).
New Yorkers today learned some shocking news: beloved Cajun/Creole restaurant Great Jones Cafe will close tonight and may or may not reopen. Tipsters told EV Grieve that tonight would be the last night, but there’s reason to hope rumors of the 34-year-old Basquiat hangout’s death are greatly exaggerated. This evening, an employee at the Jones told Bedford + Bowery that it’s closing for a week; after that it will reopen — or not. More likely not, she said.
Messages left for owner James Moffett have not yet been returned. In April, the restaurant’s longtime GM, Bill Judkins, told EV Grieve that he was forced out when he couldn’t see eye to eye with his two partners, who “feel that the Jones needs to be changed into something more contemporary to appeal to the ‘new’ neighborhood.” The restaurant’s famous jukebox had been turned off, Judkins told Grieve.
In January of 2015, Judkins told Eater that the restaurant’s landlord was “a nice, old school guy,” and that there were still “a few years” left on the lease. Eater wrote that Judkins “doesn’t see things changing anytime soon, although he does admit to some ‘concern’ about what will happen in the future.”
We’re hoping the Noho fixture rises Lazarus-like from the dead. (I mean, where else can you get a proper oyster po boy around here? Served up by Pavement bassist Mark Ibold, no less.) But many are operating on the assumption that the restaurant won’t be coming back. They filed onto social media to pay their respects:
I’ve run the numbers and I’ve had 3 significant, 5 moderately significant and 10 uneventful nights at Great Jones Cafe. RIP pie & catfish.
Trap Musical Wednesday, July 26 at Bizarre Bushwick, 9 pm: $7-15 suggested donation
I have to be honest, I find this event extremely baffling. The poster has Pepe and Shia LaBeouf on it, neither of which are particularly beloved images lately, yet the show is subtitled “#TheyWillNotDivideUs.” Are the divisive villains in this story Pepe and Shia LaBeouf? There doesn’t seem to be much indication, but in any case the idea of a “full-length trap and R&B musical production” being performed in a Bushwick bar that specializes in the wild and weird seems like a good enough selling point. Helmed by Paperboy Prince of the Suburbs, the cast is massive and jam-packed with a bevy of local performance artists, musicians, dancers, rappers, and more.
If you’re itching to see what in tarnation this thing is but can’t attend tonight, the event indicates it is going to become a monthly affair on the fourth Wednesday of every month. It will become a late-night party after the performance concludes, where you can process what you just saw by dancing until the wee hours.
Abby Quinn, Edie Falco and Jenny Slate appear in Landline by Gillian Robespierre, an official selection of the U.S. Dramatic Competition at the 2017 Sundance Film Festival. (Courtesy of Sundance Institute | photo by Chris Teague.)
A while back we noted that bygone East Village record shop Other Music makes an appearance in Landline, Gillian Robespierre and Jenny Slate’s follow-up to Obvious Child. And then we noted that Greenpoint vinyl repository The Thing makes an appearance in Brooklyn filmmaker Dustin Guy Defa’s forthcoming film, Person to Person.