Checking on the new Chelsea Coffee on 8th Ave. Both my Americano and my view are great -- even if the asshole speaking Russian at the top of lungs on his cellphone is ruining the atmosphere. (UPDATE: Of course he drives in Manhattan -- he finally just left.)
While I'm pleased with the addition of this small coffee joint, I was stunned to see Havana Central -- a Chelsea instituion from even before I moved here in the '90s -- has gone under. I guess the neighborhood's days as a working-class Latino neighborhood are far in the distance, but the joint's recent remodel made me think they were on solid ground.
Likewise, Ruben's Empanadas closed shop awhile ago. This was a relatively new place, but clearly the demographic was not there to support it. With these two and the Rawhide all up for grabs -- and the former Big Cup set to become another nail salon -- I'm almost fearful of what 8th Avenue will look like a year from now.