What this town needed was the kind of place where a writer could go to nurse a block, or watch the competition goof off — a Toot’s Shor’s for the quality lit set. Then came along Elaine’s.
…
"There were Gauloises Bleues in the cigarette machine, and the toilet was a clean tiny place next to the kitchen so while you stood in line you could talk to the chef and feel the waves of heat—a worthy stay off 11th hour rockiness. Bobby Short was on the juke box—Mabel Mercer, too—and it was the Harvard club and "21" and Toots and all the secret private places rolled into one. Elaine served a respectable drink and the bartender remembered your name and preference, and you could get a veal chop past midnight and nobody even minded the vie squad bounding in now and then, convinced that something had to be going on in a place that existed way up Second Avenue at 88th in the heart of the Sauerkraut belt and which had a yellow canopy and purple walls, besides.”
…

read more——> The Literary Saloon (New York Magazine, Sep 1, 1969)

What this town needed was the kind of place where a writer could go to nurse a block, or watch the competition goof off — a Toot’s Shor’s for the quality lit set. Then came along Elaine’s.

"There were Gauloises Bleues in the cigarette machine, and the toilet was a clean tiny place next to the kitchen so while you stood in line you could talk to the chef and feel the waves of heat—a worthy stay off 11th hour rockiness. Bobby Short was on the juke box—Mabel Mercer, too—and it was the Harvard club and "21" and Toots and all the secret private places rolled into one. Elaine served a respectable drink and the bartender remembered your name and preference, and you could get a veal chop past midnight and nobody even minded the vie squad bounding in now and then, convinced that something had to be going on in a place that existed way up Second Avenue at 88th in the heart of the Sauerkraut belt and which had a yellow canopy and purple walls, besides.”

read more——> The Literary Saloon (New York Magazine, Sep 1, 1969)


"The loss of Elaine’s, was like “what’s happening to the rest of  the city — it’s why the city is becoming block after block of Duane  Reades and Bank of Americas.”
~ Chris Noth (NYT)

and

"it was such a fabulous experience that, um, my theory was that if the  food had been better, people would have gone only to eat. But keeping  the food at a certain low level, everybody went for conversation and  meeting people and chatting, and that was the success of the place." 
~ Woody Allen (Grub Street)

(photo: Nicole Bengiveno/The New York Times)

"The loss of Elaine’s, was like “what’s happening to the rest of the city — it’s why the city is becoming block after block of Duane Reades and Bank of Americas.”

~ Chris Noth (NYT)

and

"it was such a fabulous experience that, um, my theory was that if the food had been better, people would have gone only to eat. But keeping the food at a certain low level, everybody went for conversation and meeting people and chatting, and that was the success of the place." 

~ Woody Allen (Grub Street)

(photo: Nicole Bengiveno/The New York Times)

Fashion Shoot at Elaine’s New York by Larry Fink
(courtesy of the Cleveland Museum of Art)

Fashion Shoot at Elaine’s New York by Larry Fink

(courtesy of the Cleveland Museum of Art)

at elaine’s, on where to watch the oscars this sunday. here, or there.
(image via borbay)

at elaine’s, on where to watch the oscars this sunday. here, or there.

(image via borbay)


at elaine’s, pure Noo Yawk. Literary New York too. The room is a monument to literary and creative New York. It is also a club. It is also a neighborhood pub. It is also the domain of its chatelaine, and it’s chateleine is from Brooklyn. one of the only watering holes I’ve ever known where there’s always business. And a lotta talk. (via nysd)

at elaine’s, pure Noo Yawk. Literary New York too. The room is a monument to literary and creative New York. It is also a club. It is also a neighborhood pub. It is also the domain of its chatelaine, and it’s chateleine is from Brooklyn. one of the only watering holes I’ve ever known where there’s always business. And a lotta talk. (via nysd)