A wonderful post about one of my favorite joints in New York: Ear Inn. It’s one of the oldest taverns in New York (and some say it is THE oldest). Beautiful details to the story included in that post, it’s a real American tale, involving immigrants, brothels, sailors, war, as well as a canny way to get around a city ordinance regarding neon signs on historic landmarks. I love that sign. The Ear Inn sign, and the story behind it, which pretty much everyone knows here.
I had one of the best dates of my life at The Ear Inn. A first date, no less. It was freezing cold that night, there was a fire going in the fireplace, Irish musicians were playing in the corner, we drank Guinness, and the tablecloths were paper that you could draw on, so we played Hangman. That’s pretty much all I remember, it was a million years ago, but for whatever reason it was one of those nights that GLOWS. Haven’t thought about it in a long time.
One of the reasons I love that New York Daily Photo blog is not just because the photos are great, and help me really appreciate the everyday beauty and grime and interest of the city where I live and operate. But it’s because sometimes he’ll post something, and I happen to have a memory attached to it, something long-forgotten or buried, and at the sight of the photo, up it will come for me to reclaim.
