One of the key attractions of Pony, a bar that I don’t think I ever stumbled through sober, was its pervy impermanence. Now, they’re preparing to re-launch in location that doesn’t come with a built-in expiration/demolition date. We’ll have to wait a bit longer to see how well it will work as a permanent installation since they won’t be opening the doors until next month. [lineout]

Still, with the street-sign collage enclosing flatiron patio, it sure casts an imposing beacon, like hard gleaming spaceship drifting down Madison. When a friend and I walked by this weekend, the general consensus from passing street people who stopped to peek through the cracks was that it would be “the shit”.