If you thought the Lower East Side was merely the Bar District, you may want to take a stroll down Ludlow Street and visit the Pink Pony, a beloved hangout for artists, writers, and of course, fedora-wearing NYU hipsters all dressed up and no place to go.
During the 1980s, the Pink Pony was merely a miniature coffee shop where residents frequently visited for a quick fix of caffeine whilst reading the local newspapers. In September 2001, Frenchman Luchien Bahaj and his wife Phyllis took over the bricked establishment and transformed it into a literary haven where bookshelves are fully stock with volumes from various genres. Although the Lower East Side has drastically changed and increased its rent, the Pink Pony still stands with its wall-to-wall glass windows, large pink sign and rows of bicycles by the entrance.
For brunch delights, try a glass of Charles de Fer Reserve champagne ($8.00), along with spicy West African chicken and saffron rice ($14). While some selections sound redundant, such as the USA burger ($12), a plate of cheese and fruit ($9) savored with Pinot Grigio however, ($6) sounds dandy with Coltrane playing from the jukebox.
The bohemians of the Latin Quarter may be long dead, but the literary scene is still alive and well in yuppiville.
Stephanie Nolasco
[...] If Hemingway and Gertrude Stein were alive today and the LES were the Latin Quarter, they’d be sitting in the Pink Pony. Or so suggests Stephanie Nolasco on Chictoday. “If you thought the Lower East Side was merely the Bar District, you may want to take a stroll down Ludlow Street and visit the Pink Pony, a beloved hangout for artists, writers, and of course, fedora-wearing NYU hipsters all dressed up and no place to go.” We used to be NYU hipsters, until somebody stole our fedora. [...]