Vanity Fair on Yogi's Demise
It took the last night of Yogi's being in business for a journalist affiliated with a decent national magazine to show up and do it justice. Hats off to George Gurley of VanityFair.com for a great piece from the fray of the last night. He got all the regulars in the piece, including Gator and Eddie. He goes to town:The vibe is frenzied and desperate. There are huge piles of empty cans and broken bottles everywhere and it's only 9:30 p.m. Inside the bathroom there's a hole where the toilet used to be, and now it's overflowing, creeping outside the bathroom. It's coming closer, a terrible swirling sea of beer, urine, and solid matter. People are standing, wading around in it and laughing. Nobody seems to care. Nobody wants to admit what seems pretty obvious: it's the end of the world!
Nice! And this is from a magazine that usually cares more about Brad Pitt than dive bars... One thing that struck me about the piece: He is talking about Elizabeth here. I don't know where she went either. Did anyone call her Beth?
It is an excellent piece, so read it. It makes me miss the place even more.
Labels: Tommy McNeil, upper west side, Yogi’s
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