Why else would so many customers write about it or depict it in their art?
“In the café of the Lafayette, the regulars sit and talk,” wrote E.B. White in 1949 in Here Is New York. “It is busy yet peaceful. Nursing a drink, I stare through the west windows at the Manufacturers Trust and Company and at the red brick fronts on the north side of Ninth Street, watching the red turn slowly purple as the light dwindles.
Lovely, right? Here’s what painter and Village resident John Sloan had to say about the cafe, which he memorialized in this 1927 work:
“To the passersby not looking for modern glitter, it has always had a look of cheer and comfort, particularly on a wet evening as this.”
Novelist and playwright Dawn Powell (below) was also a fan. In the 1930s and 1940s she lived across the street and reportedly told a friend that she “could look out the window and watch her own checks bouncing there.”
What Dawn liked about the Lafayette, wrote Ross Wetzsteon in Republic of Dreams, “were the coffee cups in which the management discreetly served wine to regulars during Prohibition and a telephone girl who could always be counted on to call her away whenever the company proved dull.”
“Dawn rarely had to avail herself of this latter service, however, for with the regulars at her corner table including John Cheever, A.J. Leibling, Joseph Mitchell, Stuart Davis, and Reginald Marsh, the conversation rarely foundered.”
On August 24, 1953, Dawn wrote in her diary, “Lafayette is down.” That was the day the hotel was demolished, and an apartment building (called The Lafayette, of course!) put up in its place.
[Top photo by Berenice Abbott; bottom via Streeteasy]
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