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Monday, February 25, 2019

The Lost Guffanti's Restaurant - 274 7th Avenue



The restaurant as it appeared in 1920.  Christmas wreaths adorn the windows and a roof of clay tiles has been added to the storefronts.  photo by William J. Roege from the collection of the New-York Historical Society.
In the 1860's the block of Seventh Avenue between 25th and 26th Street was lined with second hand stores.  At No. 275 was H. Hart who advertised on May 3, 1864, "if you want to see after your advantage by selling your Cast Off Clothing, Furniture and Carpets, then give me a trial."   Nearly identical ads were placed by shop owners up and down the block, including Morris Abrahams who ran the store at No. 274 by 1870.

One advertisement promised "M. Abrahams will pay the best prices for ladies' and gents' Cast-off Clothing, by calling or addressing by post."  Another, in 1870, assured nervous women, "ladies attended to by Mrs. Abrahams."

Abrahams, his wife Minnie, and their two sons Mark and Samuel (their surname was confusingly listed as Abrams, Abraham, and Abrahams) lived above the store.  No. 274 was the center in a row of three identical four-story brick-faced buildings.  Each had a store in the ground floor and residential space above.  A simple bracketed cornice united the structures.

It is unclear when Abrahams purchased No. 274; but he owned it in 1892 when Joseph Guffanti leased the store for his saloon.  What made his tavern slightly different, and what would change his future forever, was the little room in the back where patrons could purchase lunch or dinner.

On July 1, 1900 The New York Times described Guffanti's saloon, saying, "The room in which liquid refreshments are served opens on the street and is like most other saloons of the neighborhood, except that it is a little more dingy and dark.  But the restaurant, entered by the saloon's back door, is unique, for nobody else knows how to concoct the strange dishes that are prepared there, and Joe never loans out his receipts for cookery."

It was not Joe's wife, Mary, who did the cooking, but Joe himself.  He opened the kitchen during specified lunch and dinner hours.  In the eight years he had operated by the time of the Times article, word had gotten out.  "The stroke of the clock seems to fill the six or eight small tables like magic."

But in 1900 Guffanti's was by any description still more saloon than restaurant, and its patrons mostly working class.  "In the centre of the dining room are a couple of pool tables, designed not for the acquirement of revenue but for the amusement of guests who happen to come in a few minutes ahead of eating time."  

But the article did hint of things to come.  Guffanti's authentic Italian cuisine was drawing more affluent patrons who bypassed the bar and headed straight for the back room.  "Italians naturally predominate, but they are of the more prosperous class and are almost all well dressed.  Then there are business men of the neighborhood, who like Joe's food better than what they can get at home; men-about-town, whose appetites have grown satiated with the elaborate viands of restaurants more 'swell': reporters, detectives, actors, and a variety of other wanderers for whom the odor of Signor Guffanti's soup has a pleasant charm."

Joe Guffanti had yet to realize the potential of his cooking.  The article noted that the walls of the restaurant room were unpainted and the furniture was "well nigh ready to fall to pieces."  But that would change before long.

Born in Lake Como, Italy, Guffanti had come to America alone while still a boy.  He and his wife Mary (who was Irish) had five children, Joe, Jr., Irene, Alexander, Madeline, and Frances.

A few months before The Times article, Joseph had decided to go back to his homeland.  It had been, after all, decades since he had seen his mother and brothers.  He booked a steerage ticket and turned the saloon over to a trusted employee.  He anticipated the trip would last two or three months.  It did not.

Three weeks later he was back in the saloon.  He explained "I thought I'd have a mighty fine time, but when I got home the guys around there knew I was an American by the cut of my trousers.  So they pulled my leg and tried to work bunko games on me and played hell with me generally.  I couldn't stay in the country--couldn't stand it--that was all there was to it."  As for his family, "I was glad to see the old woman, but my brothers wouldn't have anything to do with me.  When I got there it was early in the morning.  Before noon I was packing up my valise, and that night I pulled out.  No. Sir!  I'll never go back again.  An American can't stand it over there."

In 1902 Morris Abrahams purchased No. 272 (it had housed a barber shop for years).  He now owned all three of the 20-foot wide buildings and soon connected the upper floors internally as a hotel--albeit not an especially high class operation.  His son, Mark, hired architect Joseph Kelly to make "improvements on the 4-story hotel," now using the single address of 274 Seventh Avenue, in May 1907.

The following year, in June, Joseph Guffanti expanded.  By now he had realized that his fortune was not in running a saloon, but a restaurant.  When he renewed his lease on No. 274, he leased No. 272 as well.  The Real Estate Record & Builders' Guide noted "permission given under terms of lease to connect."  Within three years Guffanti's Restaurant would engulf all three storefronts.

Author Helen Bartlett Bridgman described the restaurant in 1920 as it was around that time of the expansion.  "Guffanti's was then a modest restaurant in an unfashionable quarter of Manhattan...For half a dollar in the early days of this century, one had quite enough, but not too much for twice as much.  Every dish then as now was delicious; but judgment in quantity as well as quality was in evidence.

"The pace was set by the crisp freshness of the onions and radishes, served with sardines and anchovies, as a snappy prelude to a heaping platter of the best spaghetti that ever was, enriched by a red sauce that cannot be surpassed in Italy itself."

She went on to describe the sauce as being prepared with "tomato paste, chicken livers, peppers green and red, onion, oil, lemon and spices" and called the minestrone "almost a full meal."

In 1910 the New York Hotel Record described Guffanti's as "Famous for table d'hote dinners, serving from 900 to 1,500 dinners daily in typical Italian style, with music."  Joseph Guffanti had made it.


An early postcard included modes of modern transportation--a blimp, a biplane and a motor car.

The music the Hotel Record had mentioned were singing mandolin players.  In her 1920 book Within My Horizon Helen Bartlett Bridgman remembered a visit years earlier. "By and by one of the mandolin players...rose and sang in a remarkably good baritone, walking back and forth as he did so, while his companion joined with zest in the chorus, giving 'O Santa Lucia' with a yearn in the prolonged 'O' and a tender pride in the 'Lucia' which I have never known before or since."

She commented "Guffanti must be a millionaire by now," recalling that years earlier, "Every seat was filled, with many waiting; for the public knows a good thing when it sees it."

When Joseph Guffanti had first opened his saloon and restaurant Manhattan's theater and entertainment district was located just three blocks south, on 23rd Street.  The New York Times decades later remembered the entertainers who haunted the restaurant.  "Enrico Caruso sang there many times to patrons including John Barrymore Alfred E. Smith, Diamond Jim Brady, Lillian Russell and John Philip Sousa."

As the theaters moved north to Times Square, Guffanti responded by opening a second restaurant at 161 West 40th Street.   Additionally, he established the Guffanti Inn on Ocean parkway in Coney Island.


When this photo was taken in 1918 the brick facade was still painted and handsome canvas awnings protected the hotel rooms from the heat and sun.  from the collection of the New-York Historical Society

On September 8, 1919 the New-York Tribune reported on an afternoon event that day.  "Meeting of Italian restaurant men to arrange a dinner and entertainment for the sailors of the Italian battleship Conte Di Cavour at Guffanti's."  The focus of the several restaurant owners present that day would change drastically in two months.

On November 18 Congress passed the temporary Wartime Prohibition Act that prohibited the sale of alcoholic beverages (it was originally intended to save grain for the war effort; however the war had ended a week earlier).  The Act went into effect on June 30, 1919 and permanent Prohibition began on January 17, 1920.

Prohibition posed a major threat to hotels and restaurants and, in fact, was directly the cause of hundreds to fail in New York City over the next few years.    On February 22, 1920 the New-York Tribune ran an article entitled "Death of the Table d'Hote" and predicted that Prohibition would be the end of such restaurants (table d'hote referred to their offering specific dishes at fixed prices, unlike ala carte restaurants).

"Unless the law is altered to permit wine, half the table d'hote restaurants will go out of business, and that will be a sad thing for New York."  The article listed Guffanti's among the long list of restaurants it deemed as being endangered.  "So it would seem that New Yorkers all these years when they were supposed to have been 'dining out' actually were 'drinking out.'"

Joseph Guffanti responded by circumventing the law.  On March 24, 1920 Federal agents barged into the Seventh Avenue restaurant and, according to the New-York Tribune, "seized 100 barrels of whisky, valued at $200,000."  

And two years, later, on January 9, 1922 The New York Herald ran the headline "Guffanti's Raided; 2 Held, Wine Seized."  The article noted "Guffanti's had claimed the attention of prohibition agents for several months.  Several of the agents, posing as customers, took seats at a table and received a quart of wine, for which they paid $5."

But Guffanti had learned his lesson from the first raid.  Wherever the wine came from, the agents could not find it.  After head waiter Gane Ganella and the offending waiter Benjamin Meshio were hauled off, "the agents made a search of the premises, but found no intoxicants other than the quart of wine they said they bought."

Joseph Guffanti had other problems that year.  His son, Alexander, had become a stock broker.  In order to induce him to join the family business, Joseph offered him 50 shares of Guffanti Inn stock to give up his Wall Street job.  The young man did so, but when his father became suspicious of his "handling of the cash," he fired him.  On September 1, 1922 Alexander took his father to court demanding his stock, which was reportedly worth $50,000 (more than three quarters of a million today).


This hand colored vintage postcard was a marketing tool in the 1920's.

In 1925 Joseph put his nephew, Domenick Casiero, in charge of the Seventh Avenue restaurant in order to devote his full energies to the Guffanti Inn.  Like his uncle, 
Caserio had come to New York as a boy.  He was 15 when he left Trambinello and immediately went to work at Guffanti's as a busboy.  He had worked his way up to waiter, captain, maitre d'hotel, and now proprietor.

Joseph Guffanti died four years later, on February 23, 1929.  His widow, Elizabeth, was his second wife.  His estate (reported by The New York Times at $1,039,598) was divided among Elizabeth and the children.  

Most likely Joseph Guffanti had insisted that his nephew preserve the restaurant's well known name.  And he did; although he sneaked "Casa Domenick" in small lettering on the menu and wine list.


Domenick managed to slip his own name onto the menu.

In 1935 Caserio Domenick purchased the business from the Guffanti family.  He seems to have operated it seamlessly.  In 1939 food critic Selmer Fougner in his Dining Out in New York and What to Order suggested the "Chicken alia Cacciatora (75 cents), Scallopine of Veal al Marsala (75 cents)," or the "Spaghetti (50 cents)."  (He got the proprietorship of the eatery slightly wrong, saying it was "famous since 1892 at the same address and under the same management.")

Caserio's two sons, Edmund and Robert, worked in the business with him.  When Domenick died on April 11, 1952, at the age of 66, The Times noted that the sons would "continue to operate the restaurant with their mother."  In reporting on his death, the newspaper mentioned that Guffanti's Restaurant was the "rendezvous for opera stars, politicians, actors and musicians" and said "Although the restaurant now is surrounded by the fur district, many of the older actors still dine there regularly."

The restaurant received some bad press when a patron, Rose Puleo, fell down the steps leading from the upstairs women's room on April 7, 1954.  She was a "pocketbook worker" employed by Garay & Co. nearby at No. 33 East 33rd Street, making $67 a week.  Rose claimed that her tumble was caused by worn carpeting and a loose stair tread.  Now, said her lawyer, she was no longer able to work, had incurred heavy medical costs and lost wages.

She sued for $75,000 to cover her lost income and medical bills.  Her husband, Joseph, claimed that because of his wife's injuries and inability to work, he was due damages totaling $25,000.  Their $100,000 lawsuit would equal more than nine times that much today.  Although the Domenick brothers' attorney cast serious doubt that the carpeting was worn or that the staircase was not maintained (essentially intimating that the fall was planned), the Puleo's were awarded $12,233.50.

The venerable Guffanti's Restaurant closed sometime in the 1960's.  The entire block of 19th century buildings was razed in 2000 to be replaced by the 17-story apartment building, Chelsea Centro.  Half a century after its doors were closed few New Yorkers remember that the once-famous restaurant ever existed.


Thursday, February 21, 2019

Civic Shame --201 through 207 7th Avenue



Owned and neglected by the City for decades, it is nearly impossible to tell that the four structures were once upscale townhouses.

The east side of the Seventh Avenue block between 21st and 22nd Streets was lined with two- and three-story brick homes and shops in the years before the Civil War.   

The family of John Brown lived at No. 201 in 1858 with his wife, Catherine and their 2-year-old daughter Sarah.  When the little girl showed symptoms of scarlet fever in January that year, Dr. H D. Ranney wrote a prescription.  But tragically, he accidentally left behind a different prescription for laudenum--a drug which contained opium--which he had written for an elderly patient.  It was a fatal blunder, resulting in little Sarah's death.

Next door, at No. 203, Mrs. Levenstyn ran an interesting business in 1862.  She purchased second hand clothing and household goods "for the California market."

Following the war the four vintage buildings at Nos. 201 through 207 Seventh Avenue would make way for much grander residences.   The Italianate-style houses were completed in 1868.  Four stories tall above English basements, their elliptical arched openings wore molded lintels.  The individual, but identical, cornices were upheld by hefty brackets.

New York rowhouses at the time were routinely clad in brownstone, prompting Edith Wharton to complain that the city was "cursed with its universal chocolate-colored coating of the most hideous stone ever quarried."  That could not be said of the new Seventh Avenue homes.   The architect faced them in "Ohio stone," a light tan material that set them apart.

On March 28, 1868 the Real Estate Record & Builders' Guide listed the construction cost of recent "first-class dwellings."  Included was No. 207, on the corner of 22nd Street.  Its cost was estimated at $3,500; or about $62,500 today.

It is possible that No. 207 always had a shop in the lower level.  The Italianate-style entrance to the rear, at No. 170 West 22nd Street, is too grand to have been merely a service entrance.   That shop was home to the Hohorst grocery store by the mid-1890's.   Hohorst sold the business to H. W. Martens in December 1899.  It was apparently a thriving business, for Martens paid $2,000, a significant sum.


Each of the entrances was identical to the now-painted example on West 22nd Street.
In the meantime, the upper floors had been operated as a boarding house for several years; apparently one suite of rooms per floor.  In 1892 William L. Linsey boarded here.  He was described by The Sun as "a tall, ruddy-faced Englishman, who told his landlady that he speculated in Wall street for a living."

But Linsey fell on hard times that spring.  Struggling to stay afloat he pawned his watch and most of his clothing.  He failed to pay his board the second week of May, and then the next.   When he failed to come down to dinner on May 26, someone went to call him.  He was found dead in his bedroom.

The Sun ran the rather unfeeling headline "Suicide of a Shorn Lamb" and reported that Linsey had "swallowed poison and turned on the gas."  The article noted "He hadn't a cent of money left."

Linsey had left a pencil-written note to a friend:

God bless you always, every, every minute.  I must seek rest in the slumbers of the beyond.  Eternity will be incomplete without you, dearest John.  I have craved Divine forgiveness.  I am too weak for this earth.  Welcome sweet, sweet death.

Another of the landlady's boarders seems to have made a quick exit two years later.  An advertisement in The Evening World on April 19, 1894 succinctly announced "entire contents of 2d flat, 170 West 22d st., to be sold at once."

On the opposite end of the row, No. 201 was home to musician Putman Cramer in 1870.  As was the case with most well-heeled citizens, he may have been away from the city that summer.  His advertisement in September announced "Dr. Putman Cramer, 201 Seventh Avenue, between Twenty-first and Twenty-second streets, begs to inform his pupils and the public in general that he is ready to resume his Vocal and Piano instructions."

Like No. 207, the house was soon operated as a boarding house, run by Samuel Clark by 1873.  Like most high-end boarding house proprietors, the Clarks took in only a few boarders who enjoyed several rooms, often an entire floor.  Long term tenants were the family of Civil War veteran Captain Charles J. McGowan, here at least by 1873.  That year daughter Janette taught in the boys' department of Public School No. 26 on West 30th Street.  

In 1869 the History and Honorary Roll of the Twelfth Regiment, Infantry, called McGowan, "one of the most active and intelligent officers in the National Guard."  He had joined the regiment in 1861.  In 1878 McGowan was brevetted to the rank of major.  The family remained in the Seventh Avenue house at least through 1880.

Clark and his wife had three young adult daughters.  In September 1878 they took in a new boarder, Victor Davis Carlton Butler.  The 43-year-old had lived next door for three years.   "He was, therefore, well known in the neighborhood, not only for his agreeable manners, but for his weakness, which was drink," said the Minnesota newspaper the New Ulm Weekly Review.

Butler came from an "excellent Georgia family."  He worked as a bookkeeper for a paper merchant, Joseph Hayward, and "was understood to be in the receipt of a fair income outside of the salary allowed him by Mr. Hayward," according to The Newcastle Morning Herald.

But Butler wore out his welcome when he "formed an attachment" with Clark's eldest daughter.  The 23-year old Louise was described in newspapers as "an exceedingly prepossessing blonde."  Her father "not desiring the alliance, had requested him to move," according to The Sun.  Clark's wariness was well-founded.  Butler's drinking problem had prompted his wife to divorce him in 1866, taking their five children with her.

Clark had given him the deadline of November 26 to leave the house.  It only made his drinking worse.  New Ulm Weekly Review explained "Butler seemed to consider his suit hopeless, and he drank.  His conduct caused an altercation with his employer...and he quit the store on Monday.  Since then he had been at home most of the time, and under the influence of liquor.  It is believed that he was crazy from the effect of liquor.  He brooded over all his troubles."

On the afternoon of November 26, the day he was to move out, Butler declared "he would never quit Mr. Clark's house, but would be taken from it a corpse," as reported in The Sun.  The family did not take him seriously and "made light of it to him."  In fact, he was quit serious.

At around 5:00 that afternoon Mrs. Clark and her three daughters went to his room.  He told them he had taken poison, threatened to throw himself from the window, and then took his single-barreled Colt pistol from the bureau drawer and put it in his pocket.

All the women except for Minnie Clark left the room.  She asked him "What are you going to do with that?" and he replied "Oh, nothing.  But it is a handy weapon to settle matters with, is it not?"

Then, before the young woman could react, he pulled out the firearm and uttering "God forgive me," fired a bullet into his brain.  The Newcastle Morning Herald called him a "victim of love and melancholy."

As the end of the century approached the Seventh Avenue neighborhood was drastically changing.  A block to the east Sixth Avenue was lined with retail emporiums and the elevated railroad ran up its center.  All of the basement levels of the row had been converted for business.  In 1891 W. Ulmer renovated the basement of No. 201 for his saloon.

The shop next door at No. 203 had been a furniture store at least since 1874.  Under various proprietors, it would remain so at least through 1904.

The lower level of No. 205 was converted for business around 1889.  Mary A. Fitzgerald ran her ladies' tailoring establishment here that year.  In 1897 it was converted to a restaurant, first run by H. Elias and then by J. A. Westervelt beginning in 1899.

The Martens grocery store was still in the corner building after the turn of the century; but that would change in 1904 when the Excelsior Brewing Co. converted it to a saloon.  It was later run by Peter and Michael McEntee by 1912 and they would operate it for several years.


A mish-mash of storefronts front the former houses in 1931.  No. 203 retains its original entrance (identical to the surviving counterpart on West 22nd Street) and its stoop and Italianate ironwork.  photo from the collection of the New York Public Library
As the avenue changed, so did the former homes.  Architect Hugh E. O'Reilly owned No. 205 in the first years of the 20th century and ran his office from the building.  He was here at least through 1913.    Samuel Coleman's pharmacy was in No. 205 by 1912 while Max Green's real estate office occupied the former parlor floor.

In the Depression years there was one apartment per floor above the storefront of No. 203.   A Chinese laundry occupied the store of No. 201 and the Marathon Restaurant was in No. 205.

By the third quarter of the 20th century the four structures were beleaguered.  In 1976 the City seized all four buildings through tax closure.  The structures were entered into the Tenant Interim Lease Program, a program that allows tenants to manage and potentially buy the properties after major rehabilitation.  But that never happened.

The storefronts limped along.  In the early 1980's vintage record store Pyramid Records was at No. 201 and My Old Lady, a "nostalgic clothes" store, was in No. 207.  But upstairs things were going badly.

Tenants were removed from Nos. 203 and 207 when the conditions were "deemed hazardous to poor structural integrity."  The 1868 cornices were removed, leaving gray scars.  While the City promised rehabilitation, nothing happened.   In 2012 City Council Speaker Christine Quinn pushed hard for renovation.  She told the New York Post "It's an eyesore, and it's a waste, and we only wish we'd be able to move it along faster."



Kate Briquelet, writing in the New York Post on November 25, 2012 wrote "A cluster of four city-owned Seventh Avenue properties that should be renting for millions--and paying their fair share of taxes--sits nearly empty, boarded up and falling apart."  Only two families remained in the apartments--one in No. 201 and the other in 205.

In May 2018 the Department of Housing Preservation and Department announced intentions of redeveloping the properties.  The proposal described "3 bedroom units to be included in the building program."  Nearly a year later nothing has happened and the once upscale dwellings remain a shameful eyesore.

photographs by the author 

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

The Soon To Go 1889 O'Rourke's Hotel - 162 11th Avenue


The building, with its colorful history, awaits demolition.
In the last decades of the 19th century the waterfront along Eleventh Avenue in the Chelsea neighborhood was gritty at best, dangerous at worst.  The sailors who came and went on the commercial ships and the longshoremen who worked the docks haunted saloons and lived in meager rented rooms.

In 1889 a four-story brick hotel was completed at the northeast corner of Eleventh Avenue and 22nd Street.  The neo-Grec style structure boasted no architectural exceptions.  The  most eye-catching elements were the earred stone lintels of the openings.  The cast metal cornice with its decorative swags was ordered from a foundry catalog.   A saloon occupied the ground floor.


Metal letters affixed to the facade announce O'Rourke's Hotel.  At the left is the New York Port Society's Mariners' Church.  photo by Berenice Abbott
For decades the rough-edged stevedores and seamen came and went through its doors.   Crime around the hotel most often involved fist fights, prostitutes, and drunkedness.  But the State paid close attention to this and similar hostelries on election days.  Some transients, like sailors, were easily bribed to place illegal votes.  Every year poll agents reported on the number of "hotel votes"--there were 9 in 1910, for instance, and 13 in 1913.

An unlikely tenant in 1906 was Martin Fay, a retired police officer.  That year he received a pension totaling $661.29; or about $18,700 today.  It was apparently a temporary arrangement, for he does not appear here before or after that year.

In 1943 the ground floor space was described in city documents as a "restaurant."  The upper floors contained eight furnished rooms each.  That restaurant, however, was still a bar, variously called Joey's, Slavor's or Catch 22.  Patrons, however, called it "the Bucket of Blood."  The nickname reflected the often violent behavior of the drunken longshoremen and sailors.  Around mid-century a sign hung over the bar that read "Management is not responsible for women left overnight."


Little had changed to the hotel's appearance on March 12 1929 when this photo was taken.  The Mariners' Church, too, survived.  photo from the collection of the New York Public Library.

It was not all violence and drunkedness at O'Rourke's, however.  According to an owner, Alan Frank, there were Thanksgiving dinners "served to the salts upstairs at little or no cost."

But change is inevitable in Manhattan, even in the meanest of neighborhoods.  By the last years of the 20th century the shipping industry was gone from the West Side.  As The New York Times journalist Alan Feuer noted on April 7, 2005, "West 22nd Street, from 11th Avenue to the West Side Highway, has been transformed from warehouse space to art galleries, from auto body shops to coffee bars.  Where once there were stevedores, there are now Italian tourists.  Well-heeled women walk expensive-looking dogs."

The former saloon had become a trendy bar, called Open, by 2001 and the second floor was home to The Proposition, an art gallery around the same time.  By the time Feuer wrote his article, the ground floor was  being renovated to a sleek bar called Opus 22 Cafe and Lounge.

The club was the scene of a violent event on May 23, 2006, reminiscent of the Bucket of Blood.  Just before midnight, as one event ended and another group was coming in, a bouncer dealt with a patron who refused to leave.  A fight ensued, which spilled onto the street.  The bouncer pulled out a firearm and fatally shot the patron in the chest.  The Times reported that he "then shot three others before fleeing the scene."

There were only four aged men still living in the upper portion at the time.  Their 10-by-10 foot rooms cost them $300 per month.   They secured their doors with padlocks when they left.

Their landlord, Alan Frank, who allowed them to stay as an act of kindness, told Alan Feuer, "The cruel twist is that these guys were left here living among the yuppies and the galleries.  All their haunts have disappeared.  The coffee shop.  The old Mexican restaurant.  The little drugstore."

One tenant, 71-year old George Ullrich, put it simply.  "Places change, but people don't.  People just get old."
The former Victorian saloon front was sleekly modern when Opus 22 moved in.  photo via CityRealty
In the meantime, the lower two floors continued on within the new reality.  The their 2013 book Art on Sight: The Best Art Walks in and Near New York City, Lucy D. Rosenfeld and Marina Harrison noted, "The West Chelsea restaurant B.E.S., at 559 West 22nd Street at 11th Avenue, functions as a gallery as well as an eatery."

But one of the last remnants of the West Side's maritime history was soon slated to go.  Luxury residential buildings had been creeping up the West Side Highway for several years, giving it the nickname Starchitect Row.



On March 8, 2017 plans were filed to erect a 12-story, 13-unit residential building on the site.  CityRealty noted the following day "The structure will be topped by a duplex and a private roof terrace."  It is now just a matter of time for O'Rourke's Hotel.

photographs by the author

Saturday, January 5, 2019

The Eugene Mehl House - 323 West 14th Street





By the 1850s residential development reached the district just north of Greenwich Village.  West 14th Street, between Eighth and Ninth Avenue saw the rise of handsome brick or brownstone faced Italianate-style mansions.  The posh tenor of the block was evidenced by the several homes of members of the wealthy Havemeyer family.

It is possible that No. 201 West 14th Street, however, was being leased as an upscale boarding house from the start.  In the mid-1850's it was operated by an unmarried woman whose brother, the Rev. Samuel D. Ferguson, died on December 30, 1855.  The following day The New York Times reported that his funeral services would be held "at the residence of his sister, Miss A. Ferguson, No. 201 West 14th-st."

In February 1856 an advertisement in The New York Herald offered the lease for sale "The furniture and good will of a select boarding house, pleasantly located in West Fourteenth street.  Rent is low, advantages considered; and a full complement of boarders at present in the home."

Well-to-do New Yorkers divided their time between summer resorts and winter residences.  Keenly aware of this, when the new proprietor of No. 201 advertised that "a gentleman and wife, or two single gentlemen, an be accommodated with full or partial board" in October 1859, he added "Those wishing to make permanent arrangements for the winter will find it a desirable opportunity."

Among the boarders at the time were Stephen Caruana, his wife Almira, and their six-year old daughter, Orade Elena.  Life in a boarding house was intimate.  Everyone gathered at the dining room table twice a day, for breakfast and dinner, and often became a sort of extended family.  And so it was not surprising that when little Orade died on April 17, 1860, her funeral was held in the parlor here.

Another child's funeral was held in the house the following year.  The baby of Francis A. and Emma F. Husted had been alive only briefly when it died on October 8, 1861.  The infant's funeral was held here two days later.  And tragically, after five-and-a-half-year old Jennie Brower Francis died of membranous croup just a year later, on December 5, her funeral, too, was held in the house.

In the spring of 1862 the house got an interior make-over.  S. & J. Bogart held an auction on April 22 of all the household furnishings.  The auction announcement provided a hint at the luxurious accommodations the boarders enjoyed.  Among the "genteel" items were mahogany sofas, lounges, mirrors, tapestry, Brussells, three ply and ingrain carpets, damask and lace curtains, paintings, engravings, mahogany French and cottage bedsteads, and mahogany washstands.

The best of boarding houses leased suites to only a handful of residents.  The fact was stressed in an advertisement in The New York Herald on September 20, 1862.  Available in the newly-furnished house was "an entire spacious Parlor Floor, consisting of four Rooms, handsomely furnished, to let, with Board, to a family or a party of gentlemen, where there are but a few other boarders of the first respectability."  

Among those respectable boarders in 1865 was M. Louise Geer.  The unmarried woman taught in the primary department of Public School No. 47 on East 12th Street.

New York City organized the mish-mash of addresses in 1868, resulting in the house's new address of No. 323 West 14th Street.  Interestingly, while many commodious private homes in Chelsea were converted to rooming or boarding houses in the second half of the 19th century, No. 323 became a private residence.  It became home to Eugene Mehl, the highly-paid chef of the Windsor Hotel on Fifth Avenue, and his wife Gertrude.  European-trained chefs were in great demand in exclusive hotels and demanded enormous salaries--the means by which to purchase fine homes like this one. 

Mehl was both accomplished and fastidious in the kitchen.  On December 1, 1879 he made his opinions clear concerning the use of copper utensils.  When a reporter visited the Windsor kitchen, he was told “Dirt is poisonous wherever it is and copper is deadly if you put any acid in it or let anything stand in it after it stops boiling.  I remember twenty-five years ago some people died after eating oysters at the Metropolitan [Hotel].  It was all laid on the oysters and nobody found out what the poison was or where it came from, but we knew in the kitchen.  It was copper."

Eugene Mehl was offered the position of managing the Hotel Lafayette in Lake Minnetonka, Minnesota in the spring of 1882.  The resort hotel could accommodate 1,000 guests and the opportunity was apparently one Mehl could hardly refuse.  The St. Paul Daily Globe reported on May 28 that he had arrived in that city “en route to his new charge."


While Mehl’s son, Eugene, Jr. left New York to assist his father as Assistant Manager of the new hotel, it would appear that Gertrude may have stayed back.   A month before the men departed, Mehl transferred title to the house to Octavus B. Libby on April 1.  That same day Libby transferred the title to Gertrude Mehl for a “nominal” charge.

By 1887 the house was home to another chef and restaurateur, Leonard Gosling and his wife.  The elderly couple, who were married in Amsterdam in 1818, had had 15 children.  Forced to leave Paris in 1829 “because of an expression of opinion antagonistic to Louis Philippe,” according to a newspaper, Gosling arrived in New York in 1830.

The New York Times later related “At that time there were no cheap restaurants in the city, and he established one in the old church building at 64 and 66 Nassau-street.  The place jumped at once into popular favor, and the proprietor made money fast.”

Gosling’s success was partly due to his courtesy to his customers and his efforts to meet their wants.  An example was often told of a Greek gentleman who entered the restaurant in the days when raw oysters on the half shell were not served in New York restaurants.  He requested oysters on the half shell before his dinner.

Gosling sent a boy to a nearby oyster stall.  The pleased customer returned the next day. And again for several more days.  Finally he called Leonard Gosling to his table and said “You have very fine oysters, but I wish you would change the shells occasionally.”

It was most likely Gosling who gave the house a facelift.  While the Italianate cornice was left intact, the windows were given sandstone frames with modern neo-Grec incised decorations, and the brownstone-fronted parlor level received a makeover in the style.


In February 1887 Gosling’s wife died in the 14th Street house at the age of 85.  He died there nine months later at the age of 93.  The New York Times noted “His death was due to old age, although he was a very vigorous man for his years.”  His funeral was held in the residence on the morning of November 20, 1887.

The house would see at least three more families before the turn of the century.  Nationally-known organist and music publisher Augustin Cortada and his wife were here in 1889; men's furnishings merchant Max D. Brill (partner with his Maurice Brill in Brill Brothers) lived here in 1893; and by 1896 D. Morrison, Jr. and his wife were in the house.  By the time Mrs. Morrison donated material “for making skirts” to the Binghamton State Hospital for the Insane that year, the end of the line for No. 323 as a private home was nearing.

In 1901 the property was advertised at auction as a “brick and brownstone trimmed single flat.”  The description revealed that the house had already been converted to apartments, just one per floor.  Its tenants were still professional, like Dr. William P. Cunningham who lived here at least from 1914 through 1919.  He was the attending dermatologist to the Misericordia Hospital and provided medical articles to publications like the Medical Council.  In February 1917 that journal published his article “A Calm Survey of the Cancer Scare.”

The building was purchased in October 1920 by Vincent X. McGuire.  The new owner’s extended family moved in.  His mother, Mrs. H. McGuire still lived here in 1928.  The funeral of her son-in-law, Edward P. Mullen was held in her apartment on Thursday, September 6 that year.  Mullen had been married to Helen P. McGuire, already deceased.  Also living in the building at the time was Mullen’s widowed mother, Hanna Mullen.  Other tenants that year included William A. Stephenson, a supervisor for the New York Telephone Company.

When No. 323 was sold to an investor in April 1940, the broker announced that it “is to be remodeled.”  The subsequent renovation, completed the following year, resulted in three apartments per floor. When E.B.B. Realty took over the structure in 1981 it added the innocuous if mysterious brownstone plaque “EBB 1981” to the façade.



The former house survives as a reminder of a much different West 14th Street, when stylish carriages waited for wealthy Victorian ladies and gentlemen on the quiet residential street.

photographs by the author

Friday, October 5, 2018

From Pawn Broker to Lodging House to a Presidential Guest - 460 West 22nd Street



In 1854 Henry Lilleck's narrow, 16-foot wide house on West 22nd Street, just east of Tenth Avenue, was completed.  The unknown architect placed the three red brick upper stories upon a rusticated brownstone base.  Little is known of Lilleck, but his 16-foot wide understated Italianate-style home suggests he was financially comfortable; but not wealthy.  Four years after construction was completed West 22nd Street was renumbered, giving the house the address of No. 460.

Before long an office was installed, most likely in the ground floor level, and rooms rented in the house proper.  An advertisement in The New York Herald on August 16, 1864 offered "To Rent--Furnished suit of apartments for single gentlemen; single rooms and an elegant office for a doctor at 460 West Twenty-second street, between Ninth and Tenth avenues."

Within five months Joseph E. Isaacs and his wife had moved into No. 460.  Isaacs used the office for his business which bordered on a pawn brokerage.  His ad on February 17, 1865 read "Any amount to loan on Diamonds, Watches, Jewelry, Plate &c., or bought for cash, by the well known ISAACS, 460 West Twenty-second street."  Isaacs worked a long day, from 9:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m.

In the meantime, the couple continued to rent rooms for extra income.   On January 30, 1865 an advertisement offered "two gentlemen or a lady and gentleman can have two or three handsome Rooms, elegantly furnished, with or without Board.  References exchanged.  Mrs. J. E. Isaacs."

A year before No. 460 was erected the magnificent St. Nicholas Hotel had opened on Broadway.  The marble hotel was the embodiment of luxury and only moneyed patrons could afford to stop here.  So when Isaacs received a note from Carlo Dejalis on June 1, 1870 saying he had a number of gems which he wished to dispose of, he had no reason to doubt the story.

But the following day the Indianapolis News reported "Joseph E. Isaacs, a diamond broker, was enticed to a room in the St. Nicholas Hotel, New York, yesterday morning, and there chloroformed, bound and robbed of two hundred dollars in cash, valuable rings and other property."  Another man, Joseph Cheval, had helped overpower him.  Isaacs seems to have come prepared for a transaction; his stolen money would amount to nearly $3,900 today.

But then police quickly reconsidered whether Isaacs was as a victim or an accomplice.  On June 3 the Philadelphia newspaper The Evening Telegraph explained "The singular part of the story is that the robbed man had, untouched, upon his person, after the 'robbery' was over a diamond and a ruby ring, a gold watch and chain, a diamond breastpin, and a diamond cluster brooch.  Little doubt is entertained by the more suspicious detective but that Isaacs is a confederate of the two rascals (who hail from Philadelphia), and that events will prove his complicity."

Joseph E. Isaacs escaped prosecution and he and his wife lived on in No. 460 at least through 1874.  The house was purchased by Ellen M. Robbins (an absentee landlord who lived in Connecticut) around this time.  Among her boarders in 1880 was artist Mary B. Taylor, whose work was shown in the annual exhibition of the National Academy of Design that year.

Mary B. Taylor's artwork, like her "Children and Butterfly" above, was charming if not masterful.
On November 16, 1881 Ellen Robbins sold No. 460 to estate attorney Hobart R. Griffin and his wife, Elizabeth.  The couple paid $9,000, or about a quarter of a million dollars today.

As had been the case with Isaacs, Griffin had a brush with bad press in 1885.  A client, Charles H. F. Ahrens, had died in 1883.  The principal in the artificial flower and millinery trimmings importing  firm of C. H. F. Ahrens Co., he left a significant estate, of which Griffin was executor.   Griffin provided the court with the required paperwork, including a detailed inventory of the personal property.   But that inventory disappeared.

Judge D. G. Rollins ordered that a copy be submitted.  That never happened.  Ahrens's heirs filed suit in April 1885 "to compel" Griffin to file an inventory.  Judge Rollins commented in court papers that although he had ordered in 1884 that Griffin file a replacement inventory, "This does not seem to have been done, the executor having contented himself with furnishing a list, not under oath, of the assets left by this decedent."  Griffin was ordered to supply the new inventory, but suspicion most likely remained, since missing from his list was "an item of money."

The Griffins sold No. 460 around 1890 to George O. Hall and his wife, Margaret.  Like Ellen Robbins, they lived far away, in Springfield, Massachusetts, and purchased the house as an investment.  And like Ellen, they have leased the house to a proprietor who rented rooms.  An advertisement on May 15 1893 offered "Handsomely furnished rooms, single or en suite bath, closets and running water."

In February 1894 the house returned to a single family home when George O. Hall sold it to Henry Lewis Marks.  The sale price is unknown, but Hall provided a $9,000 mortgage to Marks, around $253,000 today.

Like all upper-middle-class families, Marks and his wife had domestic help.  An advertisement in the New York Journal on October 10, 1897 sought a "Nurse--Girl for children, mending, assist.  Wages $8."  (The "assist" detail was the equivalent of today's catch-all phrase in job descriptions "other duties as needed.")  And two years later the couple advertised "Housework--Girl, no washing; wages $10."

The Marks family remained on West 22nd Street until March 1907, when they leased No. 460 to Marie La Montagne.  The well-to-do woman had recently sold her house at No. 24 West 54th Street, an upscale neighborhood which was seeing the encroachment of commercial buildings.

Marie, who was unmarried, came from an old New York family.  That she chose to lease the unpretentious house in what was not an especially fashionable residential district is somewhat surprising.  Nevertheless, society columns followed her movements as if she still lived off Fifth Avenue.  She summered at an estate in Woodmere, Long Island, and traveled to exotic spots and to Europe.

On January 26, 1910 the New-York Tribune reported that she "gives a theatre party this evening for her debutante niece, Miss Dolly M. La Montagne;" and on March 7 1912 The Sun noted "Miss Marie La Montagne will sail to-day for Panama and the West Indies and will return to New York on April 2."

When Marie moved on in 1913, Henry Marks leased No. 460 to Aueringer Kasper.  He and his wife renewed the lease through 1920.  When it expired that year, Marks sold the house to Susan Tarana and John Primich, who operated under the legal name of Tarana & Primich.  Polk's City Directory listed them in 1921 as operating the property as a "lodging house."

They hired architect Abraham Grossman to make renovations for "15 sleeping rooms" as described by the Department of Buildings.  A subsequent remodeling in 1946 resulted in one apartment per floor.


Among the initial tenants were the 36-year-old Mahonri Sharp Young and his wife, the former Rhoda M. Satterthwaite.  The following year, in April, a son was born to them.

Young's mother, the former Cecilia Sharp, was a pianist and his father was the recognized sculptor Mahonri Mackintosh Young.  Among his notable works were  Native American statues for the American Museum of Natural History.  Life magazine had called him in 1941 "the George Bellows of American sculpture."

Adding to Mahonri Sharp Young's interesting pedigree was his great-grandfather, Brigham Young, founder of Salt Lake City and leader of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

His apple did not fall far from his artistically-inclined family tree.  He was both an artist and author.  His books included The Paintings of George Bellows, Early American Moderns: Painters of the Stieglitz Group, and American Realists, Homer to Hopper.

Change was on the horizon in 2012 when William Bryan White purchased No. 460 for $4.6 million.  White, once president of the Intrepid Air, Sea and Space museum, was chairman and CEO of Constellations Group, a consulting firm.  He hired architect William Suk to reconvert the abused interiors to a single-family home.  Suk's exterior work included the restoration of the stone lintels and sills and the cornice, and reparation of the ironwork.

He additionally added windows on the blank western wall overlooking Clement Clarke Moore Park.  In approving that request the Landmarks Preservation Commission commented "This is not an architecturally significant facade."  At some point in the 20th century the upper facade had been painted white and Suk requested permission to repaint the brickwork.  Instead the LPC recommended "removing the paint, cleaning the bricks, and re-pointing as needed."  The brick was repainted.

Far different from the accommodations of the lodging house half a century earlier, the new interiors are sumptuous. photos via Douglas Elliman Real Estate 
Luk's interior multi-million dollar remodeling was essentially a gut renovation; described by Stylish Homes as a "complete artisanal-renovation."  The list of guests hosted in the house by White and his husband Bryan Eure was impressive--including luminaries like Jennifer Lopez and Mark Wahlberg.

Angered over Mitt Romney's stance against gay marriage in 2012, White switched parties.  That year he hosted a $25,000-per-plate Democratic fundraiser in the house, attended by President Barack Obama.

The perfectly-matching side windows were part of the 2012 renovation.
White sold the house in December 2014 for $16 million to DRGBY Asociados LLC.  The charming facade gives no hint of the lavish interiors; looking more like the modest home it was when Henry Lilleck built it nearly 165 years ago.

photographs by the author