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A few loyal readers and good friends have brought to my attention an article written about the neighborhood by Lynne Miller of the Daily News. Take a look for yourself and you decide.

Ms. Miller says,

We’d heard about Farrell’s – it was featured in the movie “As Good as It Gets” – so my husband and I stopped in there one night. It’s an authentic guys bar. Just about everybody was male and everybody seemed to be drinking beer in tall white foam cups. Farrell’s smells like beer, has a hardwood floor, and neon Budweiser signs and an American flag in the windows. I am not a guy and not a beer drinker but I ordered beer to fit in. That was our one and only visit to Farrell’s. It’s not my cup of tea – or beer.

Oh my God! No she didn’t!

Everybody seemed to be drinking beer in TALL WHITE FOAM CUPS?


Then she states, “That was our one and only visit to Farrell’s. It’s not my cup of tea – or beer.”

Wow, Miss Miller, too bad honey, but what did you expect in a bar? I’m sure your presence is missed.

I wish she would’ve done her homework/research on the history of Farrell’s before she wrote her piece. “As Good as It Gets?” Is that the best she could come up with?

Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, I give you my wife, Mary with a guest POV.

My husband Steven asked me to read Ms. Miller’s article about the neighborhood and wanted my reaction. While I didn’t grow up in Windsor Terrace, I lived there for about 5 years. I absolutely loved this neighborhood just as it was. Why is it essential to have a DUB sandwich shop, retail wine store, and the like to be appealing to families, singles, retirees, whatever demographic?

Institutions like Farrell’s and their survival are critical to the history that is so deeply entrenched in a neighborhood like Windsor Terrace. I moved here to feel as though I were a part of a brotherhood, so to speak, a place where you felt safe and I felt safe in the Terrace. It wasn’t a utopia but it was a home for me and more of a home than I ever felt in any apartment I occupied in Manhattan.

Don’t get me wrong, I love fine food and wine, I love beautiful clothing and cool home furnishing stores, but I could always find them within a reasonable proximity to the neighborhood.

I know the idea of gentrification of Windsor Terrace makes it more appealing Ms. Miller, but why can’t she find pleasure in merely having a sandwich from Pierre’s instead?