Naomi Shelton slinging sonic salvation at the Fat Cat (2009) Matt Rogers
Once upon a time, back in the P.C. (pre-COVID) era, every New Yorker had their go-to spots for eatin’, drinkin’, and shakin’ a leg. Places you’d religiously visit, that you loved so much you might be torn about sharing them, fearing that the Hipster Horde (in which, if you looked closely enough in that group selfie, you just might recognize yourself) could descend and make everything too cool for locals school. The Fat Cat, located next to the Christopher Street subway stop in Greenwich Village, was and wasn’t one of those places, pending the time
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