East village. 

 

Blanche’s Tavern… better known as Lucy’s.  If these walls could talk! ((thankfully they can’t ))  in the mid 90’s I sat at the bar one afternoon waiting on a roommate and ended up with a job. Picture a grandmotherly Ukrainian woman who doesn’t take any guff and really doesn’t give a crap who you are…. behind the bar from sun down to sun up on the edge of alphabet city when it wasn’t so trendy to see and be seen.  I worked there off and on for years….and on the rare chance I find myself on Avenue A you bet I swing by, say hello and maybe shoot a game of pool with Lucy for old times sake… I Love Lucy.   ( & you would too. )