Monday, July 12th, 2010—Bar 183
Day 183—Sunday, July 11th, 2010
Fedora
Alright, first off, the PayPal donation bell has rung so hard I can hear it in my left ear, oh wait, that’s my tinitus roaring its ugly head, but none the less the bell has rung.
Ragin’ Ray Rogers sent in a generous twenty dollars with this stated purpose on the receipt: Purpose: “Just a little financial support from a fellow crawler as we embark on the second half of this adventure.”
Well, that’s more than just a little, Ray and I thank you and appreciate your generous donation!
Secondly one third of the Baltimore Bar Crawlers, Gene Rubbico sent in the very generous donation of $51.50 with this stated purpose: “Have an Old Speckled Hen at the Brews Brothers Bar.”
You’ve got it Gene. I’ll stop by there soon and have a few Old Speckled Hen’s in your honor. Gene is in the Air Force Reserve and is serving a tour of duty in Afghanistan for the next couple of months. I was lucky enough to be part of his send off party along with his wife, Smoopy, his friend Terry and yours fooly. They came to New York before Gene shipped off and joined me on the bar crawl, here’s a picture of the four of us out on the town, crawling around:
Thanks for the donation Gene! Be safe and I look forward to you, Smoopy and Terry rejoning the bar crawl!
Okay, last week I reported that I learned the legendary West Village bar, Fedora, might be closing its doors. I found out via Fat Al and Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York that the bar may be shuttering its windows. I decided to investigate, but right as I got there, the bar was closing. I did get to meet the sweet-smiling owner and bartender/hostess, Fedora and she said she’d be there on Sunday. So, the day is here and it’s off to Fedora’s we go.
Okay, the light's on this time and that's a good sign (no pun intended, really I just noticed it.)
Here's the bar. A true vintage wooden New York bar with a lone bowl of pretzels.
And here's the lovely Fedora serving me up a Budweiser. Fedora confirmed the rumors that the bar is closing. She can't continue to manage and run the bar due to health reasons and July 25th is the last call at Fedora's bar.
Here Fedora poses with John who's worked there for over 35 years. John says he doesn't know if the new management will keep him or not. If they're smart, they'll keep him and not change a thing in this wonderful bar and restaurant.
I spotted an Oscar among the various knick-knacks in the bar and Fedora told me it was an actual Oscar. Her sister got it for her and you can read the whole story in the review below.
And the Oscar for the most wonderful bar in the West Village goes to...Fedora!
Fedora showed me a photo of her and her husband Henry with the Oscar. The photo hangs on the wall.
Ava and Bil stopped in and said they just wanted to take a look around as they had never noticed the place before. I told them to take a long look, because it was closing, which saddened them. Fedora greeted them like she greets everyone, like life-long regulars.
Here's Fedora behind the bar with a photo of her two great grandchildren.
She told me this is her favorite photo in the bar, a portrait of a great lady in front of a great New York landmark.
An old school cash register sits in the middle of the bar.
A phone booth with a door on it. Made back in the days when phone calls were meant to be private.
Vintage photos line the walls.
This is a note from Lauren Bacall. Fedora told me the story that she came in for dinner years ago and Fedora's husband Henry approached her and said, "I know who you are, you're Lucille Ball." Lauren Bacall laughed, told him who she was and wrote this note saying, "Henry, never mix your celebrities!"
Here's the dining area.
And here are some diners, from left: Doug, Alvin and Hugo. Doug and Alvin have been coming here since the '60's and are sad to see the end of Fedora's.
Here's a long shot of the bar who's final last call is looming.
Goodbye Fedora and goodnight everybody.
Review
There’s no sense in writing a review of this legendary bar and restaurant which has been a West Village fixture since 1952, because in a couple weeks it’s gone. Poof. Fedora, who’s one of the sweetest women I have met in my whole life told me she has some health issues and has to rent the place out to other people. She just can’t run it anymore. She told me the last night open is going to be July 25th and that there wasn’t going to be any hoopla or last night festivities. She said she wasn’t even sure she was going to be there that night. Fedora told me if she could keep it going she would, but sometimes life deals you cards that aren’t easy to hold and she has to let it go. I asked if the new management would leave the place as it is and she told me that they were going to renovate it inside, but they told her the outside sign would remain and they'd keep her hours the same, in respect for the neighbors living nearby. We’ll see. If they’re smart, they’d leave it exactly as it is and just fix up what needs to be fixed, but again, we’ll see.
I had a great night in there and felt blessed to be able to spend close to an hour having a few beers and chatting with Fedora. She told me that her sister Norma was the secretary for legendary Variety editor Abel Green and that she had asked Green to help get the official Oscar for Fedora that is perched up on the bar today. I also learned that Fedora’s husband Henry was the bartender for years and she mainly worked in the kitchen. When Henry passed away 13 years ago, Fedora took a more active role behind the bar. She told me that her and Henry always kept the hours of the bar from 5pm to 11pm so their neighbors wouldn't be disrupted by people leaving the bar late at night. Bar owners concerned about their neighbors, imagine that concept.
This was really a bittersweet night on the old bar crawl. When I was ready to leave I went over and kissed Fedora on the cheek and thanked her for her time and for chatting with me and wished her well. I took one last look around the place and headed for the door. You should really stop by before July 25th if you can. Take a good long look at a slice of New York’s history that is disappearing and preserve it in your memory banks. The promise of the future of all tomorrows look about as bright as a burnt out screen on a Blackberry.
To Fedora!
Fedora
239 W. 4th St. (near Charles St.)
212-242-9691
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Reader Comments (26)
@Luc Ramone: Your english is fine and I appreciate you reading and commenting on the blog!
To Fedora.....What a sweet Gal!
This bar is the greatest of all !!
I'm leaving on 25th of july, and so I must go there before because it will be the closing too and will never get the opportunity to go if I don't do it before... (ok, my english sentence isn't good I think but you understand what I mean)
I really hope the new owners will not touch the spirit of this place, even if the spirit of a place is always created by the owner.
If that place is so nice, It's because Fedora is so nice and "diffuse" good energies in here. But if John stay, I'm sure he will keep the good spirit in here.
Ganesh! if you hear me ;) You know my wish about here : "Aum Sri Ganeshya namaha, keep the Fun! Insha'Allah si Déu vol fer sentir la seva veu" !!!! :)