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The Palais Royale

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The Palais Royale

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Rainbow Me
The Palais Royale is dead, long live the Palais!

Awhile back apparently, Rocky, the oldest-still-serving bartender in the US (serving legally since the exact day Prohibition ended) passed away, and the kitsch establishment went to someone else. I don't know the details.

What I do know is that a few weeks ago, a sign appeared in the window- the Palais is closed for renovations, and will reopen in late August.

I was worried. I didn't go there all that often, but it was nice to know it was there, a block away. I was also puzzled- renovating the Palais? Heresy!

So, tonight, I get a call from my landlord (who lives next door). He wants a petition signed to move something one building over, I'm not really sure what when I take the call, it was garbled. But he's outside, and I pop out to sign his petition.

Turns out, he's the new owner of the Palais, and he wants to move the bar into the building next door which is signifigantly larger. He intends to keep all the memorobilia, the old jukebox, pinball machine, and bowling machine, repairing all of them, seeing as they're broke. Not something he was told when he bought the place.

At any rate, my landlord now owns the most well-known dive in Albany.
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