
That's a block up from John Zorn's The Stone, across the street from a terrible deli, and kitty-cornered from Moon Pie Pizzeria (holla). Richard Kern used to live around there; I wonder if he still does. The space was previously, but only for a couple of years, occupied by the generic lounge 40C, which featured lots of red drapery and $6 pints. It's gratifying to know that it didn't last; it's less gratifying to know that it's been replaced by a facsimile which almost certainly will.