To appease neighbors, the club has installed double doors to prevent noise from reaching the street. They have also tapped employees to sweep the sidewalk in front of the venue and answer the phone during the day to take complaints from neighbors.
…say the new owners of Studio B to the Brooklyn Paper.
I’ll be giving this a try soon.
I stole the title of this post from an anonymous commenter from this Gothamist post on the Production Lounge. Now it’s going to be demonizing the neighborhood as some kind of racist cesspool, instead of stepping up and saying, “We want to be good neighbors. We are as horrified at the shooting as you are. We want to work with you and we want to stay in Greenpoint. We will make changes and you will see that we can be good neighbors and that nothing like this will ever happen again.”
Why can’t he just say that? Just say that. That isn’t admitting to anything. It’s just saying what needs to be said.
Studio B pulled the same crap on us when we were fighting them. A neighbor came up with a list of demands, all of which were standard items that any club should be doing (double doors, smoking pen, etc.) and they acted like the neighbor had invented these things on the spot and that they would certainly do them and oh thank you for telling us. Why didn’t they just DO THEM, say they were done, and then get on with it?
Now he has assured that he will have no sympathy from the neighborhood, and the goodwill of some Park Slope hipsters who believe everything they read on Gothamist is not going to help him stay open.
And yes, apparently Studio B has been able to rise from the dead. They will be good neighbors, they will follow rules and policies, or we will call 311 and the 94th six times a night with every complaint we see.
I’ve been meaning to write about my experiences at Worksong Acupuncture, the new-ish acupuncture clinic on Franklin Street between Oak and Calyer. I’m a big fan of acupuncture. I’ve been using it to treat various aliments for the past 10+ years. When the former car service location down the street from my apartment in Brooklyn hung out a shingle advertising Worksong Acupuncture, I decided to check it out, since my go-to resident at the Pacific College of Acupuncture had graduated and moved to North Carolina.
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t.b.d., at 224 Franklin. As I comment on the post, just what the neighborhood needs, a reason for the hipster morons pouring out of Studio B yelling ‘WAKE UP! EVERYBODY WAKE UP! I’M HUNGRY!” can head this way.
I’m not sure that being stuck all the way up at Green St. is going to guarantee any flow of clientele. Although it would be fun to see the customers from Tommy’s and the Mark Bar head this way.
Death watch anyone?
We don’t need another bar. We need: restaurants, coffee shops, grocery stores.
