My LES: Carol Markel and Richard Cramer
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What do you do?
How long have you lived on the LES?
We moved to Rivington Street in 1985. We lived there for 9 years, then 9 years in the West Village. We bought our Seward Park co-op in 2003.
Favorite block in the hood?
Orchard between Grand and Broome.
Favorite date spot in the hood?
Sitting on a bench in Seward Park with the Forward Building clock and a full moon shining above.
Favorite coffee in the hood?
Favorite slice in the hood?
Chicca, 184 Spring Street in Soho.
Where do you take visitors when they’re here?
Laboratorio del Gelato, Schiller’s Liquor Bar and great boutiques like Edith Machinist vintage for shoes and bags at 104 Rivington.
Favorite dive bar/locals bar in the hood?
How has the neighborhood changed in the last few years?
When we moved to the LES in 1985 it was quite rough and tumble. Leaving for work in the morning, I would either find a crew from Law and Order or drug dealers on the block. When we crossed Delancey to shop at Fine Fare, which wasn’t that often, we wondered what the heck are these buildings? Of course, they were the Seward Park Co-ops. ABC No Rio held raucous events with the Goth kids from the suburbs drinking beer on the sidewalk. Bernstein’s on Essex, the Kosher/Chinese restaurant, was next to the only hip bistro, La Luncheonette. Of course now we’ve got lots of restaurants and shops, the drug scene has abated and there’s a wonderful mixture of people living here.
Favorite LES memory?
The Captain and Marvin. The Captain was a Dominican man who was the unofficial street cleaner and traffic cop of Rivington Street between Clinton and Suffolk. He wore a black ship captain’s hat while he worked. He had a pad of what looked like parking tickets, and one day he got annoyed with a car from Connecticut and issued a “ticket”. Marvin was our building super. He had a church in the basement, and you had to open the metal doors in the sidewalk to go down. It was quite a sight to see the church ladies coming out of that basement.