Dean Poll isn’t sure yet what he’ll do with the see-through
meat locker, but he assures you that you’ll still know Gallagher’s Steak House
when you see it.
“It will unquestionably be recognized as a restaurant that’s
eighty-five years old,” he told me yesterday. “We will certainly maintain its
heritage.”
Dean, who owns the Loeb Boathouse in Central Park, has
bought Gallagher’s from Marlene Brody, the widow of Jerry Brody, its previous
rescuer. The two are holding a press conference at noon tomorrow at
Gallagher’s, a theater-district destination since it was launched by a Ziegfeld
girl.
The conference is a good idea, since a wave of reports in
October declared Gallagher’s dead, based on circumstantial evidence. As of
today, New York magazine’s online listing still said: “This venue is closed.”
This venue is not closed. And now it won’t be closed.
Dean, in fact, told me that he may not touch the place much for a
year. So you have some time to grab a last look at Gallagher’s untouched. Go now to
see the wooden revolving door, the knotty-pine walls, the log lights, and the
famous locker. You never know what’ll make it through.
“It’s not going to be a new restaurant, but it needs some
work,” Dean said. “But I’m not going to make it into a brand-new, shiny, lawyer
restaurant. You will know you’re in Gallagher’s, and you will know you’re in a
place that has connections to theater, sports, and politics.”
That sounded good not only to me but also to Marlene Brody,
whom I spoke to today. “That reassures me,” she said. “Not because I don’t want
it to change, but because when people redo things completely and just keep the
name, the place loses its soul.”
“He’s been wanting it a long time,” she said. “He tried to
buy it off me after Jerry died. … He really understands the essence of it.” She
did add, however: “The meat locker, he has to leave. It’s the only restaurant in
the world that has that. People come to take pictures of that.”
Seeing stacked raw meat when you enter a restaurant is
indeed an oddity — but not any more of an oddity than the history of the restaurant.
After repeal, Helen and Jack turned Gallagher’s into a
steakhouse. It had a lot going for it besides Helen and Jack’s friends. It was
near not only dozens of Broadway shows but the old Madison Square Garden. It
got theater and sports people along with other Ziegfeld girls and bookies.
Helen died in 1943; Jack died in 1963. He left the
restaurant to Irene Hayes, his second wife (and his second Ziegfeld girl). But
Irene was a florist and had no use for a steakhouse. She sold it to Jerry
Brody, one of the city’s great restaurant impresarios.
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| At the center, Marlene and Jerry. |
So Dean finally gets Gallagher’s, with its past patrons ranging from James Cagney to Frank Sinatra to Jacqueline Onassis to Mickey Mantle. He gets the walls full of
pictures and portraits of celebrities, politicians, and racehorses. Not to
mention the big painting of patrons including the Brodys.
As we spoke, he invoked P.J. Clarke’s, the century-old bar
on Third Avenue that a decade ago was renovated but put back the way it was.
That’s his model for Gallagher’s, he said: “I don’t consider it a restaurant in
New York. I consider it part of the fabric of New York.”
There was a strange encounter here between Evelyn Nesbit and Harry Thaw here. Evelyn Nesbit worked as a hostess here when Gallagher's was a speakeasy. In November 1927, Evelyn's former husband, Harry Thaw made an appearance at the club--twenty years after his acquittal for murder (of Nesbit's former lover, Stanford White) and long out of the asylum to which he was sentenced. The encounter surprised both of them. Thaw caused a scene in which he “violently pounded the table and swept...all the bottles and glasses to the floor.” Nesbit described it as “one of Harry’s mild tantrums.” She cites the size of the check (which, apparently, caused Thaw’s outburst), as “somewhere between $200 and $250.” I know you know this, but just in case: Nesbit had been a Follies chorus girl when Pittsburgh millionaire Harry Thaw married her in 1904. Before marrying Thaw, a 16-year old Nesbit consorted with “come up and see my etchings” Stanford White on his ‘red velvet swing’. After her marriage, Thaw grew jealous of Nesbit and shot (and killed) White at Madison Square Garden’s rooftop theater (which White had designed). In the murder trial, Thaw was acquitted by reason of insanity. Like the building at 228 West 52nd Street, Evelyn Nesbit survived. Later in life, she became a ceramics teacher in California, Evelyn Nesbit died 1967.
ReplyDeleteA third life for this place is well on its well to its total of 9 lives, like a cat. That being said it clearly has done better than many other NY restaurants! Thanks for the piece.
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