Yes, this exists. Not far from the three-flat my mother grew up in during the 1930s. But artists and hipsters like to put whatever crap they want out on the street. As a writer, I can't get angry over anything Creative. Photos, poetry, art, sculptures. I just hate that this one thing shows that the real Polish neighborhood of my youth is gone.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
The Czar Bar was another Polish joint that I didn't include in my article, the Bop Shop I'll get to in a few days, but Phyllis's is still going strong.