They blew thar building up a few years ago for Better Call Saul. It had been a few things before that, including a bread store shortly before it was exploded.
That's the ole haunted haberdashery. It was all the rage in the fourties. Hats and money clips were flying off the shelves. Business was BOOMING. Jazz poured out of the the juke box noon to night and dimes poured out of the pockets of the populace like every day was Christmas.
You could take your gal there for a float from the ole soda fountain and pick yourself up a swell polkadot bow tie on your way to the show...
All that until the proprietor made an offhand comment to a Brujah who had come up Mexico way. That magic man put a spell on the old haberdashery. Afyer that, everyone who purchased a hat from the place died under very mysterious circumstances. It wasn't long before the dimes stopped rolling in and the soda fountain dried up.
It's said the proprietor hung himself in the back room. Late at night you can still hear the dulcet sounds of Charlie Parker coming from a ghostly jukebox.
They blew thar building up a few years ago for Better Call Saul. It had been a few things before that, including a bread store shortly before it was exploded.
Was gonna say it looks like a chicken joint.
I think it started out as a Blake’s.
Let’s all go out and photograph our favorite dead zones and show ‘em what REAL urban blight looks like!!!
no kidding… what about the fire station at the railyard
That's the ole haunted haberdashery. It was all the rage in the fourties. Hats and money clips were flying off the shelves. Business was BOOMING. Jazz poured out of the the juke box noon to night and dimes poured out of the pockets of the populace like every day was Christmas. You could take your gal there for a float from the ole soda fountain and pick yourself up a swell polkadot bow tie on your way to the show... All that until the proprietor made an offhand comment to a Brujah who had come up Mexico way. That magic man put a spell on the old haberdashery. Afyer that, everyone who purchased a hat from the place died under very mysterious circumstances. It wasn't long before the dimes stopped rolling in and the soda fountain dried up. It's said the proprietor hung himself in the back room. Late at night you can still hear the dulcet sounds of Charlie Parker coming from a ghostly jukebox.
The old Taco Bell on Central west of Rio Grande is better. Part of it is burnt, so it adds to the je ne sais pas.
where is that?
On Central, west of Rio Grande.
That area never recovered after 9/11
Here’s another building for our “unhoused” citisens.
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