strange, beloved, local, endangered: five years of the neighborhood joint

This is an interesting old shop that shows things that haven\'t changed for decades and have what you need.
This is clam Lodge, ice cream stand, well.
The shabby dinner was completely inconsistent with the current food trend.
This is amazing of parallelthe reggae-
The obsessed Japanese noodle shop also runs chairs a flower-cutting skateboard shop-
This seems to exist only in New York.
These are our neighbors.
Five years ago, we began to analyze some of these attractions and sent a reporter every week to restaurants, bars, cafes, sports clubs or specialty stores with special places nearby.
Of these nearly 260 articles, there are some very old places: Mendel Goldberg fabric in Eastern time of the United States. 1890;
Louis Shoemaker, a shoe store in the Empire State Building, is older than the building itself. (
It opened at that address ten years before the skyscraper rose. )
Many are shelters for some New Yorker: bike messengers often buy baskets at a humble deli in the village of Greenwich;
The taxi driver went to Hadi in Murray Hill to find bilani;
The character players fight at the 20-side store in Williamsburg;
Moldovan people take their friends to the Brooklyn restaurant in Moldova for mamaliga.
The nearby Union can be anything, but it\'s something special for someone.
As Le Basket\'s Bike Messenger said: \"I can get food, alcohol, cigarettes;
There is a bathroom;
Your music started.
Basically we control the bar and the bar controls us.
\"But the reality of staying in the business world is daunting, even more severe than it was when the series began in May 2010.
Patrick Breslin, retail agent at Colliers International, said: \"Rents are rising everywhere . \" (
The son of reporter Jimmy buslin).
\"The rent has passed through the roof.
On a really good shopping street in any district, the rent 10 years ago was under $50. to-$70-per-square-
The range of feet is three digits.
The Real Estate Board of the New York spring retail report, released last week, reveals the terrible landscape: in most of Manhattan\'s major retail corridors, average rents require ground
The building area is over $300 per square foot. Mr.
The surge in rents is the result of property sales, Mr. Braislin said.
\"That\'s why mom and dad left,\" he said . \".
Neighborhood Union is almost by definition unique.
But after five years and 258 columns, some models have emerged, and it seems obvious that certain conditions can help a promising store become a local wealth.
As a sign of a challenge for local joints, many of the joints we wrote have been closed: Egyptian coffee shop, water Smoke Shop
Wisp in Egypt in Astoria;
Loop Bar and Grill in Whitestone (
\"Imagine a boxer\'s locker exploding in an empty bar \");
At the Brecht Forum in West Village, on the night of the game, members played a Marxist version of the monopoly called class struggle.
The first joint we wrote, partners and crime, sold its last hard-
After 18 years of business, detective novels were published in 2012.
The list continues.
However, at a time when all signs point to the demise of the neighborhood Union, the share of DNA in these places seems to have been passed on.
Music venues such as Red Hook Jalopy, Bill\'s Place in cheap Harlem and Mona\'s in East Village, Tuesday night, after-
Sir ditherland-
And the party they knew.
They are all relatively young, but they can be traced back to the earlier times when they are thriving.
The same is true for joints like Stinky cliyn, a shop in Carol gardens that imitates the look and feel of the deli\'s past. (
There are still a few of them: G.
Esposey & Sons Jersey Pork Store has been in Carol garden for 93 years. )
On the 5 th anniversary, we returned to six of them.
We are interested in knowing the secrets of their survival and their future.
One person is closed and we are curious what happened chairs to it.
At the last moment, the other man was saved and found himself in danger again.
The Wiseguys of the lyndenwood restaurant are on the East New York border between Brooklyn and Queens, where the roads are wide, the building of the hotel is crouching, and the parking lot is free.
Maybe that\'s why steel
The fence outpost, which has been open for nearly 50 years, has attracted so many criminals.
On 1980, a killer proved by throwing the man\'s finger into the soup of another gangster that he had dissolved the body of a murder victim with acid.
There is also the Gambino family crime boss, John Gotti, who is sitting at a booth in a corner. And Russell M.
Former Kennedy airport cargo officer Defreitas was arrested at the airport and later sentenced to planning a terrorist attack on the airport.
On 2013, a few months after we visited lyndenwood, a man who had just eaten there was shot while sitting in his S. U. V.
In the parking lot.
Things are quiet recently.
Nick Tsakonas, the owner of the restaurant, has been in the place since his teens and he remembers the mobs.
\"They used to come in with their Cadillac and all of them were dressed and decorated with all of their gangster items at the time,\" he said . \".
\"It\'s obviously no longer there because they\'re dead or in jail.
Or they just like the food here.
After all, restaurants attract laws
More people live here: people who go to church, local residents, glad-
Political candidates (
Bugging federal agents and police that listen to the bad guys in this place).
\"I see the children coming here with the carriage and the help chair, they have grown up, and now they cheap come here with their children,\" Mr. Tsakonas said.
\"At that time, when my uncle first opened it, it was both Jewish and Italian, when I got here,\" he added . \".
\"Then it changed.
Now my client 90%
And it\'s all black.
Black and Spanish
I\'m almost the only white man here. " He laughed. It was true.
Comedy night with African character now
American comedians and stickers with gay pride flags hanging on Windows.
On the menu, the Caribbean and Latin dishes replaced the Jewish and Greek dishes.
On a recent Friday, the lunch crowd was bustling, and the stalls in the big restaurant were crowded.
Giles Fisher, 64, a retiree who used to live in Queens and now lives in Bronx, drove over to dinner with a friend.
\"There are all kinds of celebrities here . \"Fisher said. Indeed, a well-
On that day, there was also the famous gospel singer and pastor, Xixi Walker.
An older pastor named Chester and his wife ate at the door, where he received several kisses from other customers.
He said he leather had come to lyndenwood \"for too long.
When asked if he and his wife remember the day of the mob, his wife replied, \"we don\'t know that.
But black Chester added: \"I remember I couldn\'t find my nephew\'s job as a handyman here in 1980.
They won\'t hire him.
His wife pulled him out of the door.
\"We are satisfied customers,\" she said . \"
Captain Mike, waiting for the yacht to come back, the impulse to decorate the scuba dive shop with anchors and sand can be irresistible, even on an island in the Bronx.
Captain Mike\'s diving service has a blue sea blue carpet with a flashlight between the coral and the clam shell and an old-fashioned regulator on the wall --
Let you think about the brave original objects of those who have used it.
In the seafood sights and docks of City Island, Captain Mike sells diving equipment: Tanks and diving suits for exploring the blue waters of the tropics or the salty waters of the Hudson River.
An office at the back serves as a classroom, and when the group is small, there is diving practice on a small beach below the block.
The owner is Mike Carlu, a former police diver.
He opened it in 1990 and said that his competitors were few and his clients were from \"blue-
A white-collar psychologist.
\"Since we visited two years ago,\" he said.
The 58-year-old Carew\'s polar Whirlpool has cut his winter business, making it harder to find a mentor.
Last weekend, Vinny Galle of the 65-year-old Yonkers rang the church bell in the store, and he slammed the knuckles into a new tank.
\"The tanks are good,\" he said.
\"I will fall into the water with them in a few weeks. " Mr.
Galle began diving when he served in the Navy. this has always been his lifelong hobby.
When it comes to water in New York, he said: \"You see a lot of fish.
Lobster is dead.
There are many reasons, they say.
\"In Westchester County, three people arrived on a cruise ship from Rai.
One of them, Kevin Mooney, wants to buy a gift for his father: a lengthened breathing hose that keeps the tank on the deck and cleans the bottom of the boat without hindrance
\"Who told you about me? " Mr. Carew asked.
\"We found you on Google . \"Mulvey said. Mr.
Karu said that as the influence gradually spread to him, the coastal life on the City Island has been reduced.
\"There is a dock in every block,\" he said . \"
\"Business is good when American companies do business on yachts.
He considered the future of his store: \"cloudy.
He said, \"Oh, I scratched my arm on this tree.
I\'m suing you.
About seaside life: \"People don\'t want to get dirty anymore.
He walked down the block to the beach.
\"There was a time before I could put on my gear and go out and grab some lobster,\" he said . \". "Not anymore.
A young man stood on an independent padd board and appeared as a gentleman.
Karoo spoke and the breeze blew him to the shore.
Rise and Fall and Rise (and Fall? )
During the heyday of the family video, Allen\'s Alley was a place for Chelsea to rent.
This is a maze of shops on the Ninth Avenue, and the staff is amiable and can guide you through 30,000 titles with ease.
When we visited in 2013, Alan was one of the last independent videos
Leasing business in the city.
It has surpassed three large franchises nearby, a wave of Netflix red envelopes, and the arrival of streaming video --
And rising rents.
But last summer, owner Alan Skra lost $12,500. a-
Monthly rent 1,600-square-
Foot storefront, not only his second home since 1988, but also the second home of cinephiles, students, retirees, and ultimately a cat named D. J. (
\"We think it\'s Derek Jette. ")Mr.
Sklar began selling his collection, and by then almost all of them were on DVD.
He said that when \"a casual conversation\" led to a second chance, he had reduced about 10,000 DVDs.
The new location of the store is much smaller: the fifth floor of a humble building on West 25 Street is 300 square feet.
This is a positive sign, though.
\"There are still enough people who want human contact,\" he said . \".
The most recent afternoon
Sklar hangs out in the new space and enters and exits from the narrow dvd booth. "Stagecoach" (1939)
Play on a small TV
Bob mccadell, 71, appeared at the door.
\"I got it back,\" he said . \"
\"I watched it five times.
Everything about it was great. More like that.
It\'s the back window \". "Mr.
Mcladel, who worked for an electronics company performing on Broadway before he retired, said he was looking for Mr. mcladel.
Suggestion from Sklar.
\"Very exciting things. I like it.
\"Many handwritten categories in the old store are gone, indicating that the customer has entered the video store and someone\'s mind (
\"Alienated youth\", \"Crazy killer\", \"Ben afflecmat Damon joins in at once \"). The pared-
At present, the decline in inventory is mainly organized in alphabetical order.
It looks like Alan\'s alle video survived.
However, a few days ago, Sir
Sklar showed another look of concern.
He was told that his lease would not be renewed when it expired on July: the main lift would be closed in the summer and the landlord did not want people to take the freight lift. Mr.
Sklar said he has started to release the latest deadline and is ready for the worst.
\"I tend to close --
So I don\'t need to put everything in the warehouse . \"
He says his old storefront is empty, but the landlord costs $15,000 a month.
A woman came in with a stroller.
\"Mr. Clement . \"
Sklar says it refers to children.
\"Our youngest regulars.
The girl thoughtfully grabbed \"Bugville\" from the low\"altitude shelf.
When her mother, Sari Rubenstein, handed back the \"spring-ish\" to Mr. Eloise, she began to crySklar.
\"Alan is looking for something for you,\" she said . \".
\"He will find something good.
Seth Nagel, another frequent visitor, said, \"It\'s not the place. It's ——
\"And pointed to Mr. finger with his thumb. Sklar.
The last authentic kilabassas in the south opens on the gate of the Jubilat provisons, jingling to an undecorated shop with the size of a New York City living room.
The shelves were filled with Polish goods, a bucket of pickles and sauerkraut on the floor, and the thick kielbasas hung on the tightly packed ceiling hooks.
An open door in the back room shows men dressed in white smoke, smoking pork with garlic and spices.
Polish-born New Yorkers, including working residents, for 25 years
A class enclave like this area south of the Park Slope has begun cheering for the taste of the family, speaking in their native language, while choosing from many versions of kielbasa in the store.
But now, old poles share the nearby sidewalk with hordes of Spaniards --
Say kids.
New apartment buildings in the area have attracted more affluent people.
When we were abandoned by Jubilat two years ago, the changes that were happening seemed to be accelerating. In mid-
May, they made a symbolic turn: Eagle Food Group, a Polish supplier, has long been jubilant by competitors in a few blocks near Fifth Avenue and has closed, reportedly for $75 million.
\"The Eagle is closed too, and we are surprised,\" said Krzysztof Kuna, owner of Jubilat.
\"They are here longer than we are.
Many shops in Poland are disappearing. "Not Jubilat.
On a recent weekend, a young married couple walked into the store during a day of grocery shopping.
The wife, Jinnie walturo, pointed to a piece of fat meat in the display cabinet and asked, \"What do you call it?
\"Boczek wedzony,\" replied Halina Myjak, the boss who works behind the counter.
It\'s pork belly bacon in English.
\"There is also a stick from wiejska . \"
Volturo says the Polish term is used to describe the country sausage.
\"Oh, you know the name! " Ms.
Myjak said excitedly. Ms.
Myjak and her sister Krystyna Kuna to their husband Stanley Myjak and Mr. Kuna.
In the late 1980 s,Kuna and Mr.
Myjak arrived in the area from the Polish city of Mielec, then known as South Brooklyn.
Although Eastern Europeans settled nearby, the two men, the trade butcher, could not find the tobacco they enjoyed at home.
They started smoking their own cigarettes and began to celebrate on November 1990. Mr.
Consistency is the key to longevity, KUNA said.
\"We will continue to do things the same way, old-
He said. Ms.
Myjak says 70% of their customers are Polish, down from 90%.
They are now coming from further afield, mainly by car and leaving with full luggage.
Newer customers arrive on foot. Ms.
Volturo\'s husband, Josh, said he learned about the place from a cousin who had previously lived nearby.
\"You can get the same sausage at the Whole Foods supermarket for $10,\" he said . \".
The couple paid less than half of their salary in Jubilat.
\"We go to get everything we need from whole foods.
\"We described the unstoppable barber shop in SoHo town this century --
The old SoHo Barber Shop issued a box on 2010, and the business is good.
The latest owner has changed the name of the store located at 203 Spring Street from Frank\'s to the hair box and added trendy wallpaper.
But she kept the hairdresser in Italy, and the old customer came.
Chief hairdresser Milano suffered a stroke, but he plans to return to work soon.
When we went this month, there was a box sign hanging outside, but the barber shop was gone. A Tasti D-
Lite next door has swallowed up the space, pushed down a wall and added a bare
Bones bodega selling cigarettes, magazines, lottery tickets and other goods.
What happened to the barber shop?
Alfie del Angel, 39, is in the SoHo room next door.
He started at the beginning.
\"It was an Italian barber shop,\" he confirmed . \"
\"There have been three barbers all the time.
It must be my first haircut. " Mr.
Del Angel had a beer and remembered his early hairstyle.
\"If you move, they will hit the back of your head.
The place was called Frank\'s home at that time.
In the 1990 s, a young woman took over the lease after the owner moved back to Italy.
She made all the changes. Mr.
Del Angel says she also has a salon on Sullivan Street.
We can find her there. We did.
Pat Winters\'s woman.
Liotta, sitting outside an anonymous salon, chatting with passers-by.
\"Hair box,\" she said, stopping to take a thin cigarette.
\"I\'m sad, but I have to let go. "Mr.
Milan, the soul of this place for 40 years, never recovered from the wind, he died.
Then start building in the block and set up a new headquarters for the love of the charity God we provide.
\"They put scaffolding and yellow tape . \"Winters-Liotta said.
\"There are explosives and cranes.
They whistle every day and people run away.
She said she paid $6,500 a month for £ 285. square-foot shop.
\"I was caught in the yellow tape.
\"I\'m still paying the rent, but people don\'t come in, it\'s a mix of God\'s love and rent,\" she said . \". "Ms. Winters-
Liotta will Anonymous two hair box barbers including beloved Irina Drevnyak.
Their customers followed Despite hesitation.
\"Many old people --
The timer was lost, so I brought them here . \"
At first, she said, \"They were very scared and just stood outside and looked.
Not a barber shop anonymously.
It\'s all white and exquisite imitation.
Leather chair and round mirror. But it had Ms.
Drevnyak in a familiar blue apron
\"She\'s been busy all day . \"Winters-Liotta said. Ms.
Drevnyak stood behind an old man with the Clippers in his hand.
Two thin old men sat by the window waiting, they were customers in the front box.
Long live lemon ice, may it never change. The Corona Lemon Ice King is almost as close to the Cypress-style neighborhood Union ideal.
From the summer of 2011, when we wrote it for the first time, until this month, it remained as it was.
Last weekend, Citi\'s guide appeared to have handed out Lemon Ice King flyers after the Metropolitan games.
They flocked to a corner of Central Queens with blue and orange jerseys and hats that haven\'t changed much for decades.
They cross the traffic in front of the city bus.
They parked their car and rode their bikes to buy small paper cups of Italian ice.
The Mets won, so the air was full of energy, and baseball fans were enchanted with victory and the joy of putting sweet frozen stuff on their tongue.
But no flyers.
This is exactly what people do in this area of Queens, a ritual that anyone remembers.
\"You come here, take some ice, and then you watch them play Bosey,\" said Ronald Neiman, 51 . \".
There is a bocce court across the street where the old man competes for bragging rights.
Even if the Mets lost the National League Championship Series in 2006,
Neiman said: \"I was overwhelmed by ice in my sorrow. "Mr.
Neiman, his lips are red with sugar.
Free Cherry Ice, turned to another man of his age in line and said: \"I bet you\'re from the Mets game.
\"Yes, the man answered.
He has been here since he was 14 or 15.
\"It\'s been 50 years here\", a common reaction of people waiting for their turn to choose flavors like lemon, lime, mango, almond, coffee, etc.
\"I\'ll tell you at least two flavors,\" said Ken kocheman, 50. year category. Mr.
Kochman introduced some relatives to their first ice from the Lemon Ice King, who followed his own advice --
A spoonful of rum raisins and pistachios each time.
The line winds to the left and then to the right.
This is a line from Queens: hipsters in cut-off shorts, in the middle
The elderly parents of the Metropolitan gear, the motorcyclists, father holding their sons, families in Central and South America.
The teenage boy who works in the cool air of the store keeps things moving.
The streets around the store blue-and-white-
The striped awning is a group of floating small paper cups that balance between two fingers and one