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Sweet Chick Will Cluck Up Max Fish’s Old Place Next Month

The Max Fish space after its last party. (Photo: Anna Silman)

The Max Fish space after its last party. (Photo: Anna Silman)

If yesterday’s news that Max Fish is returning to the Lower East Side via Orchard Street caused you to wonder whattup with its old home on Ludlow, well, we just got the answer: Sweet Chick, the Williamsburg chicken-and-waffles joint, just announced that it’ll open May 7, with its hangover-helping brunch launching that weekend.
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Goodbye, Blue Monday to Say Goodnight; Neighbors Not-So-Sweet on Sweet Chick

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(Photo: bahramforoughi Flickr)

Bushwick concert space Goodbye, Blue Monday is begging for a buyer, otherwise it will close this month. [The Brooklyn Paper]

Meanwhile, the property at 37 E. 12th St. was bought for $26.6 million…. cash. [Massey Knakel Reel] More →

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Here’s Raekwon Rapping On Bedford Ave. (and Sipping Hennessy From a Mason Jar)

Sweet Chick celebrated a year on Bedford Avenue last night and The Chef showed up. No, not the chef who was sending out “sloppy duck” sliders all night. We’re talking The Chef — Raekwon of Wu Tang Clan. The restaurant that’s taking over the Max Fish space shut down all the haters, as several of the Fish’s regulars rolled through during the course of the evening — and then Raekwon, dropping in at the behest of owner John Seymour, blew up the tiny joint with a performance of Wu Tang’s “C.R.E.A.M.” (which, for a moment, stood for Chicken Moves Everything Around Me) and his own “Ice Cream.”
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Sweet Chick Is Bringing Its Hungover Brunchers to the Max Fish Space

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.