Yes, there is still a monstrous, PBR-shaped hole in our hearts since Max Fish closed last summer, but this evening a few of the folks responsible for all things Max Fish have teamed up with Klughaus Gallery and, with the help of Converse, are having a Max Fish party in the Katz’s pop-up space on Houston. Though it’s uncertain what, precisely, makes the party inherently “Max-Fishy,” other than its proximity to the recently shuttered outpost, we imagine the flyer alone is enough to bring out the old familiar faces in an “if you build it, they shall come” sort of way.
Here’s what happened last time the Fish partnered with Klughaus, for a pop-up bar at Art Basel last month. More →
Many of us are still mourning the loss of Max Fish, hopelessly wandering the gentrified streets of the Lower East Side for a watering hole to call home. However, we musn’t lose sight of what made Max Fish what it was. No, it wasn’t the revolting bathrooms, the overambitious lighting or even the refreshingly affordable beverages. It was the people, and many of those people are still kicking around downtown Manhattan and Brooklyn, serving drinks, playing in bands and turning up at various dive bars to grab a beer. More →
Some will shake their fist at news that Sweet Chick is taking over the former home of the late, great Max Fish. Others, not so much. They’re the desperate, hungover souls who shuffle into the Bedford Avenue comfort-food spot on any given Sunday, in search of chicken and waffles, shrimp n’ grits, and smoked pork hash. And bloodies all day.
We stopped in on a recent weekend afternoon for our inaugural edition of the Hangover Report, during which we ask brunchers to lose the Ray Bans and tell us just how bad the pain is, and what they got up to the night before. Watch the video to hear their tales of debauchery and penance.
So, yeah. Max Fish closed last night with an epic sendoff. Yesterday photographer Daniel Savage shared his photos of the bar’s regulars and last night, our own Taji Ameen stopped in (or tried to, anyway) to hang with them. He brought back the video above and the report below. More →
Daniel Savage has been frequenting Max Fish for over a decade now. While the 31-year-old surfer and photographer doesn’t specifically remember the first time he set foot in the Lower East Side skater haven, he does recall the feeling: “I remember just being really wide-eyed about it all. I was new to NYC and it seemed like a place where people who were doing amazing things hung out. 178 Ludlow Street was where I wanted to be every night.” More →
Max Fish isn’t the only Lower East Side bar that’s Brooklyn bound. Welcome to the Johnsons is opening a sister spot in Bushwick. Unlike the Rivington Street den of depravity, it’ll be called simply The Johnsons. But don’t worry – it’ll still be welcoming. More so than the scruffy original, it could be argued, since it’s about four times the size.
The offshoot, at 369 Troutman Street, will feature an open-air patio that’ll be in full swing till closing time, said owner Lisa Gartner, who also co-owns Sweet Paradise on the Lower East Side. More →