I gather Maggie's finally reopened a few days ago. It's not the kind of place that I would be caught dead in myself, but..... I have been rather missing those 'dogs. They were a favourite on-the-way-home snack after a musical evening at The Stone Boat.
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maggie's closed?! i should keep up to date with your blog! a colleague of mine loved that place (and probably still does) !
Yes, it was shut down for 7 or 8 months - the most notorious example of the Olympic sanitization of the city.
There were all kinds of rumours of the owners being in terminal trouble with the cops (mixed up in drug dealing, one of the girls murdered on site, all kinds of stuff like that), but it all seems to have been idle talk. It looks as though they've just been indulging in a very extensive refurbishment.
I really don't know why the hotdog stand outside had to close down, though. That was, to all intents and purposes, a separate if collateral business. I've seen many people get cabs to the south gate of Ritan Park just to pick up one of those 'dogs, and - like me - never dream of going inside that den of vice.
Every bar is a memory.
And all the memories huddle together for company, so that in my mind it often seems as though every bar I've ever been in is on the same street, or at least in the same neighbourhood; every great drinking session I fondly recall happened on one night, or over the course of one weekend; and everyone I've ever drunk with fuses into a single person, the idealised Drinking Companion.
Sometimes it seems to me also that the melancholy that infuses so many of these memories had but a single cause, an idealised Lost Love.
Some of these memories I will now try to share with the enormous, faceless, blog-munching world at large.
These, then, are the mental voyages of the boozehound Froog; his many-year mission to seek out new drinks and new places to drink them in, to write The Meaning Of Life on a napkin.... andnotlose it on the way home.
Froog is an escaped lawyer - but there is no need for alarm; he is only a danger to himself, not to the general public. An eternal wanderer, he now lives in an exotic city somewhere in the 'Third World' *, where he is held prisoner by an unfinished novel (or, more precisely, an unstarted novel). He spends a lot of time running, writing, taking photographs, and falling in love with women who fail to appreciate him. He also spends a lot of time in bars.
[* OK, I'll come clean: I've been living in Beijing since summer '02.]
2 comments:
maggie's closed?! i should keep up to date with your blog!
a colleague of mine loved that place (and probably still does) !
Yes, it was shut down for 7 or 8 months - the most notorious example of the Olympic sanitization of the city.
There were all kinds of rumours of the owners being in terminal trouble with the cops (mixed up in drug dealing, one of the girls murdered on site, all kinds of stuff like that), but it all seems to have been idle talk. It looks as though they've just been indulging in a very extensive refurbishment.
I really don't know why the hotdog stand outside had to close down, though. That was, to all intents and purposes, a separate if collateral business. I've seen many people get cabs to the south gate of Ritan Park just to pick up one of those 'dogs, and - like me - never dream of going inside that den of vice.
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