Apart from a few years in the mid-90's -- when my pal Rob D. and his then-wife bought a place on 42nd and 8th Avenue (when it was still fairly skanky) -- I've never been much of a Hell's Kitchen wanderer. I'm fascinated by the neighborhood (best captured in T.J. English's awesome true crime epic, "The Westies"), but don't have as personal a history with it as I do with some other neighborhoods. In any event, yet another storied watering hole of the area is falling prey to the wrecking ball, namely the Collins Bar. The name may not instantly ring a bell with you, but I guarantee you that you'd recognize its signature neon sign (see very center of pic below).
They're tearing it down to make way for another -- WAIT FOR IT -- condominium.
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