Which is cool in a way and all that, but the reasons it had to happen are flat depressing. Especially since I thought the place was really holding the fort with selections and space the last time I visited.
This one I’m “meh — place was running on the fumes of its name.” Mind you, this is based on a single visit years ago. But my corned-beef sandwich was memorably terrible: stringy, tough and tasteless on too-old rye. And the atmosphere was utter Tourist Trap. (At least the spritz we had in Harry’s Bar was delicious — if way, way overpriced. Yes, I mean the original one in Venice, not the NY copy.)