Chumley’s is being torn down! Like, right now, as I type.
So sad. Chumley’s was one of great old speakeasies, and a bar you still needed to know where it was to get to: through the apartment courtyard off a quiet residential street in the West Village, down a step, and through an unmarked heavy wood door to a perfectly preserved hangout of hip, Prohibition-style.
Bloom and I went there on my birthday two years ago. Every time I went, I remember running into people I knew. It was one of my very favorite NYC “secrets” and I’m heartbroken it’s going away. Wah!!
No! That blows. Blooooooooows! (to be read windily)
At least you got to wear the tiara there.