Staying, briefly, on the uptown bent of some of my recent posts (notably the Private’s/80s opus and the Ungano’s search), I thought I’d quickly revisit an old post.
Longtime and/or bored-&-backreading followers of this blog might remember a post I put up back in 2017 about an Upper East Side restaurant on Madison Avenue called Moby Dick’s. My reasons for writing about it involved a cryptic anecdote about that restaurant’s signaure flourish – a large, white plaster whale affixed to its ocean-blue awning – being brazenly liberated from its moorings and summarily pilfered by some naughty upperclassmen at my school for the purposes of paying cheeky homage to a specific English teacher.
I’d long searched the `net looking for pics of the seafood restaurant in question’s old exterior, and always came up empty until stumbling across someone’s vacation video that happened to capture the awning (with fake, grinning sea-mammal still attached). Hence the post.
In any case, I found another arcane memento from Moby Dick’s today that I thought I’d go ahead and share. Someone on eBay is hocking an old matchbook from the place, revealing its old address – 1133 Madison Avenue.
My new quest? To find a picture of that grubby Jackson Hole dinerette alluded to in that original post wherein I used to procure my daily regimen of French fries.
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