At the rate its neighborhood is going, the Mars Bar will doubtlessly soon be closed, torn down and re-built as an unfailingly polite and olfactorily inoffensive L'Occitaine any day now.
I'm a prophet, I am. I typed the above in this post of April earlier this year, and today I learned (via the always-informed Jeremiah Moss) that the Mars Bar is "temporarily" closing. Yeah, sure it is. That's exactly what they said when they closed the Cedar Tavern for pretty much exactly the same reason. Now, the Cedar is gone and a soulless, ugly and STILL LARGELY EMPTY condo stands in its former footprint. I'll bet that once the Mars Bar closes its doors, they'll never open again.
And that's a goddamn shame.
And while, no, the song below is not about the storied East Village watering hole, I've never been able to walk in or by the Mars Bar without it popping into my head. Cranketh accordingly.
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