Is A Legendary West Village Piano Bar Having An Identity Crisis?


That’s what the Observer‘s Drew Grant found when she visited the rollicking Grove Street hangout Marie’s Crisis with a longtime regular–yours truly–for some show tunes and schmoozing.

Drew reports on the seeming changes in the air, as reflected by the irregular crowd lining up, not to mention the bizarre treatment my legendary ass got at the door.

The dis came courtesy of an employee I’d never seen before and hope to never see again, except on the TKTS line as I pass it to go to my comp aisle seats indoors!

The whole thing had me singing the blues.

But I ended up having a blast anyway–once I actually was granted admission, that is.

A little bit of Chicago and my knees are suddenly rouged, my stockings are rolled down, and I’m ready to mess around with Ike.

This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on March 13, 2013

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