RIP THE PINK PONY
Another downtown staple bites the dust, this time the Pink Pony. The Pink Pony was a little coffee shop/restaurant on the Lower East Side where you could sit all day, sort of an informal artist hub of the neighborhood since the early 90s. There was a little stage in the back room that was open to any manner of chaos and was super easy to book and non-discriminating. You could basically do whatever you wanted back there, which resulted in weird theater, free jazz, performance art, poetry "readings", nudity, etc. The place had gotten a little more swanky over the past ten years, but this was one of the mainstays and its death adds to the checklist of things that make Manhattan pretty much suck these days. If you want to get all nostalgic and see some PP scenery you could always watch Jim Jarmusch's Coffee and Cigarettes, but fortunately there were never quite that many celebrities there in real life.