When I was 24 I was offered a job by this Israeli guy who I think I was somehow related to. It was basically going into buildings they were going to tear down and taking out anything worth money. A little shady, but I was broke and he said I’d get paid $200 a day. The dude, who was maybe the third hairiest man I’ve ever met in my life, told me meet him at this place called Frankel’s on 3rd Ave in Brooklyn and he’d get me a pair of boots and gloves. Not realizing how far that was from Greenpoint, I rode my bike towards Sunset Park. At some point in the middle of the ride, a lighting storm started. The weather prediction said sunny with a chance of clouds, so this thing came out of nowhere. I had to find shelter, so I hung out in a bar and lost track of time. When I finally made it to the place, it was closed and the Israeli guy didn’t pick up his phone which I had to call from a payphone (this is like 2005). I never heard back from the Israeli guy and I never ended up going back to the place he told me to get my workboots and gloves from.
I had totally forgotten about Frankel’s until a few weeks back when I saw on Vanishing New York that the location was closing. I liked this quote from the article: "You know how the Jewish people have the mezuzah on the door and they kiss it? The union guys do it with a sticker," Marty says. "They walk out and kiss it." He demonstrates, kissing his fingers and then touching them to the door frame.”
This place had been around since the 19th century, and I assume when somebody buys it, the facade will be repainted, a condo will maybe go up. A shame. it’s pretty incredible looking. I stopped by today to take a few snaps in case the end comes sooner than later.