![]() I was a theater journalist then and took most of my pre-show meals at McHale’s. McHale’s stood on the northeast corner of West 46th Street and Eighth Avenue, on the border between Hell’s Kitchen and the Theater District. Sadly, I never lacked for material.īut, somehow, no loss ever hurt as much as that first one. ![]() During that time, I lamented and eulogized the loss of many a classic tavern, restaurant, building and business. It was called Lost City and for about nine years I used it as a soapbox to rail against the gentrification and homogenization of the city I lived in and loved, New York. When McHale’s Bar closed in January, 2006, I was so angry I started a blog.
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