This has been in the works for a while.
Manatus (supposedly the local Native American name for Manhattan island) restaurant was right next door to 95 Christopher Street — the building in which I lived for 20 years — and for decades it was my go to place for delivery Greek diner food at all hours of the day and night.
Oliver Kamm introduced me to the joys of their challah French Toast with a side of their huge fucking sausages and a large chocolate shake delivered to our apartment on Sunday morning after getting in from a night of clubbing. At 4AM on a Sunday morning, after the bars and clubs closed, the place was a fucking freak show!
And their grilled chicken souvlaki deluxe with a side of fries was fabu bordering on transporting. Especially if you had been up for five or six days doing meth and really REALLY needed some good food and some calories.
In the week after 9/11, when the United States Army sealed off Manhattan below 14th street, Manatus was one of the only places open for business in my neighborhood — and we subsisted on their deliveries as we sat out on my terrace and watched The Pile burn at Ground Zero a half mile away
Those of us of a certain age will remember that prior to its incarnation as Manatus that location housed a sleazy/dirty (dirty as in not clean) gay, cowboy themed bar/restaurant called Clyde’s.
The ambiance and food at Clyde’s were terrible, but when it closed in the early 80s a bunch of the local fags called for a boycott of Manatus, claiming that its owners were opportunists taking advantage of deaths due to AIDS to dislocate what had been gay owned businesses.
The boycott never took and Manatus ended up with a huge gay and straight following that lasted for decades.
I guess a Calvin Klein store is supposed to go in there now.
I doubt the local gays will call for a boycott of that.