Received an email from a reader this week:
"Hello, Eve -
My name is Susan Pernick, and in some fashion I think we're cousins. My grandmother Annie and Raizal Dubrow were sisters. (Their maiden name was Soloveichik, which became Solowey.) Lila, Minnie, George, Irwin and Ruthie were my mother's first cousins. We lived on East 18th between O and P, so the store on Kings Highway was only a couple of blocks away.
I only heard Benjamin called Barney. NeeNee (I've never known how to spell it) and I were friends. Of course, I knew Sheila and Paul, but they were older.
Although I was very young, I remember hearing that George had been killed in a car crash in Florida. I remember that my parents were very upset at the news.
My father, Max Goldenkranz, was the family's doctor. He took care of Max and Minnie and their kids. He also became the doctor for a number of the employees at Dubrow's.
Max got my parents, my brother and me into the store to see JFK. Although I was only 10, it's one of my strongest memories of my youth.
Ruthie dated a man named Seymour Gruber, who was a psychiatrist. Before they were married, Barney and Raizal invited Seymour's (Sy's) family over to dinner. Barney started to tell a story about Galicia, in Poland, and made clear that the people there were useless. Sy's father started to protest that he was from Galicia when Barney, without breaking stride, said that there was one small shtetl there where the people were wonderful, and he asked what part of Galicia Mr. Gruber was from. Mr. Gruber mentioned the name, and Barney said, "That's it! That's the place!" Ruthie and Sy had a long and wonderful marriage."
I love hearing from long lost relatives via the blog! Keep it coming.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
"Chain Migration"
When the current president refers to "chain migration" he's referring to the immigrant story in America. He's certainly referring to the Dubrow and Kaplan story.
Benjamin Kaplan came here from one small village outside of Minsk. So did Rebecca Friendland. They met each other and had three kids, one of whom was Irving Kaplan, my grandfather, who went on to manage the Manhattan and Miami Dubrow's for many years, along with his sons-in-laws. Benjamin Kaplan came from a poor village in pre-World War I Russia and his son went on to college, graduate school, and became a successful business owner.
Benjamin Dubrow came with his wife Rose, and three oldest children, from another small, poor village outside of Minsk. My grandmother Sylvia was in utero, so I guess she was what anti-immigration politicians today would call an "anchor baby." His youngest daughter was the first person in his family born here. He went on to be the founder of the chain of cafeterias so many people still mourn and recall fondly today.
This is what our current leadership refers to when they refer to "chain migration". It's just a way of demonizing the American dream as my family and thousands of others have lived it.
From what I knew about his politics, my grandfather would be shouting from his grave at the current state of this country, which was so good to him, a proud second generation immigrant from a "shithole country."
Benjamin Kaplan came here from one small village outside of Minsk. So did Rebecca Friendland. They met each other and had three kids, one of whom was Irving Kaplan, my grandfather, who went on to manage the Manhattan and Miami Dubrow's for many years, along with his sons-in-laws. Benjamin Kaplan came from a poor village in pre-World War I Russia and his son went on to college, graduate school, and became a successful business owner.
Benjamin Dubrow came with his wife Rose, and three oldest children, from another small, poor village outside of Minsk. My grandmother Sylvia was in utero, so I guess she was what anti-immigration politicians today would call an "anchor baby." His youngest daughter was the first person in his family born here. He went on to be the founder of the chain of cafeterias so many people still mourn and recall fondly today.
This is what our current leadership refers to when they refer to "chain migration". It's just a way of demonizing the American dream as my family and thousands of others have lived it.
From what I knew about his politics, my grandfather would be shouting from his grave at the current state of this country, which was so good to him, a proud second generation immigrant from a "shithole country."
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Dubrow's in Miami
Dubrow's in Miami has been a little neglected by this blog. A Google search today reveals some more information - such as this great article in the Miami Herald which describes Miami in the 1950's as a leader in the South in desegregation, and the part Dubrow's Cafeteria played in making it a comfortable home for Jewish families as well.
And FYI, I have heard much about Rabbi Kronish over the years. He was the rabbi my family grew up talking about for many many decades.
"I really had never seen anything like Miami Beach. It was mostly desegregated for Jews by 1947, except for Bal Harbour. That unforgettable smell of fresh tobacco in the air was gone. Once our family checked into the rooms we reserved at The Georgian Hotel on Lincoln Road and Collins Avenue, I took one look out of the window at the ocean and knew that one day I would make the Miami Beach area my home.
The Georgian was at the heart of everything we did for fun that summer. It was a short distance to some of the Beach’s legendary eateries: the Crossroads, DuBrow’s Cafeteria, Huey’s Cathay House, Wolfie’s, Joe Hart’s Pickin’ Chicken and the Noshery at the Saxony Hotel. Between the hotel pool, the beach, miniature golf next door, and breakfast at the Liggett’s Drug Store counter, what’s not to like for a 9-year-old? I can still taste the fried chicken from Joe Hart’s and the corned beef sandwiches from DuBrow’s, sliced thin and piled high for a dollar."
And FYI, I have heard much about Rabbi Kronish over the years. He was the rabbi my family grew up talking about for many many decades.
"I really had never seen anything like Miami Beach. It was mostly desegregated for Jews by 1947, except for Bal Harbour. That unforgettable smell of fresh tobacco in the air was gone. Once our family checked into the rooms we reserved at The Georgian Hotel on Lincoln Road and Collins Avenue, I took one look out of the window at the ocean and knew that one day I would make the Miami Beach area my home.
The Georgian was at the heart of everything we did for fun that summer. It was a short distance to some of the Beach’s legendary eateries: the Crossroads, DuBrow’s Cafeteria, Huey’s Cathay House, Wolfie’s, Joe Hart’s Pickin’ Chicken and the Noshery at the Saxony Hotel. Between the hotel pool, the beach, miniature golf next door, and breakfast at the Liggett’s Drug Store counter, what’s not to like for a 9-year-old? I can still taste the fried chicken from Joe Hart’s and the corned beef sandwiches from DuBrow’s, sliced thin and piled high for a dollar."
Dubrow's in Miami Beach
Jeff sends a link for a 1952 home video of Miami Beach. It is uploaded to Youtube by a user who goes by the moniker ReelNostalgia. The photo above is a screen shot from the video, which is why it's so blurry.
Amazing to see how things change. When I was growing up and visiting Miami Beach and Lincoln Road, the area was deserted of nightlife and shops. Now it's hip and bustling - as it was back in 1952, when this video was shot. Things come full circle.
(Re-posting this entry with new links)
Friday, January 05, 2018
IKEA is bringing back the cafeteria
I missed this article last fall. The author suggests that IKEA is bringing back cafeterias - both in terms of the food, the style of dining, and the sense of community they create. They even namedrop Dubrow's:
"Cafeterias as public restaurants found hungry customers everywhere they opened for business. While chains like Luby’s, Morrison’s, and Dubrow’s would turn most of America into cafeteria country by mid-century, Los Angeles was the first cafeteria capital. Inspired by the Chicago girls’ clubs, a restaurateur named Helen S. Mosher opened the first one on the West Coast in 1905, on Hill Street in Los Angeles. She called it the Cafeteria, and women weren’t just the clientele: They were working in the kitchens, too. Soon after opening, the Pacific Coast Record reported that the Cafeteria made bank as “women cooks and see-and-select one’s food drew the crowds.” Mosher opened two more and soon had a slew of others, also run by women, to compete with in the days when L.A. ranked in size between Omaha and Memphis.
To women, the spaces were sold as an opportunity to skip the patriarchally enforced obligation to cook at home. The option didn’t exactly break the chains of domestic servitude, but pointed toward a new intersection between eating, money, and gender. “We want to say to every housewife in Phoenix,” read a 1914 ad in the Arizona Republican, “that the time has come when you can come to the New Palace Cafeteria and get the very best meal cheaper than you can prepare it at home.”
Cafeterias became places where just about anyone could get a meal, from bohemians to business executives, in a model that operated on the assumption of equality — with the exception of places like the segregated South."
"Cafeterias as public restaurants found hungry customers everywhere they opened for business. While chains like Luby’s, Morrison’s, and Dubrow’s would turn most of America into cafeteria country by mid-century, Los Angeles was the first cafeteria capital. Inspired by the Chicago girls’ clubs, a restaurateur named Helen S. Mosher opened the first one on the West Coast in 1905, on Hill Street in Los Angeles. She called it the Cafeteria, and women weren’t just the clientele: They were working in the kitchens, too. Soon after opening, the Pacific Coast Record reported that the Cafeteria made bank as “women cooks and see-and-select one’s food drew the crowds.” Mosher opened two more and soon had a slew of others, also run by women, to compete with in the days when L.A. ranked in size between Omaha and Memphis.
To women, the spaces were sold as an opportunity to skip the patriarchally enforced obligation to cook at home. The option didn’t exactly break the chains of domestic servitude, but pointed toward a new intersection between eating, money, and gender. “We want to say to every housewife in Phoenix,” read a 1914 ad in the Arizona Republican, “that the time has come when you can come to the New Palace Cafeteria and get the very best meal cheaper than you can prepare it at home.”
Cafeterias became places where just about anyone could get a meal, from bohemians to business executives, in a model that operated on the assumption of equality — with the exception of places like the segregated South."
Monday, June 12, 2017
Saturday, June 10, 2017
More photos from Elaine Norman
Here's the second of three posts with Elaine Norman's photos of the Manhattan Dubrow's location. All photos were taken on the last day in 1985.
Thursday, June 08, 2017
More photos from Elaine Norman
Back in February I posted how I randomly stumbled across this photo of the Manhattan Dubrow's in a Google search. It was credited to Elaine Norman.
This evening, Elaine Norman contacted me and sent me MORE amazing photos of the Manhattan Dubrow's. Here's three of them. More to come over the next few days. Here's what Elaine had to say:
"I came across your blog after reading the New York Times page with Marcia Bricker Halperin’s wonderful photos of Dubrow’s. It brought back a lot of memories for me when I worked as a textile designer in the Garment Center. Occasionally, I would eat at Dubrow’s (when not bringing my lunch) and loved the appealing, old-world vibe of the place. I’m sending along some of my photographs that were taken shortly before the auction in 1985 (you currently have one of my photos on your blog). Sadly, even the once-vibrant and bustling Garment Center, like so much of New York City’s noteworthy neighborhoods, is becoming a thing of the past. It’s good that you have this homage to such a distinctive place in the history of this city."
This evening, Elaine Norman contacted me and sent me MORE amazing photos of the Manhattan Dubrow's. Here's three of them. More to come over the next few days. Here's what Elaine had to say:
"I came across your blog after reading the New York Times page with Marcia Bricker Halperin’s wonderful photos of Dubrow’s. It brought back a lot of memories for me when I worked as a textile designer in the Garment Center. Occasionally, I would eat at Dubrow’s (when not bringing my lunch) and loved the appealing, old-world vibe of the place. I’m sending along some of my photographs that were taken shortly before the auction in 1985 (you currently have one of my photos on your blog). Sadly, even the once-vibrant and bustling Garment Center, like so much of New York City’s noteworthy neighborhoods, is becoming a thing of the past. It’s good that you have this homage to such a distinctive place in the history of this city."
Friday, May 26, 2017
Great article with more photos of Dubrow's
Marcia Bricker Halperin is very familiar to readers of this blog, as several of her photos have been featured here. Well, now you can see more! Over at the blog Jeremiah's Vanishing New York she recalls what made Dubrow's so special, as well. This seems particularly relevant for readers here, especially as it quotes directly from this blog:
"Dubrow's is often called the "last cafeteria." In one of the articles on the Dubrow's Blog it's described as a place to "kibitz and nosh and argue the fate of the world." What is the value of kibitzing, noshing, and arguing our fate? What allowed it to happen at a place like Dubrow's and where do you think it happens today?
There's a theory about communities called "Third Places." After your home and your workplace comes the need for some social institution. The Irish had bars, the Italians had social clubs, but Jews had cafeterias in New York. They came to eat, but just as importantly to talk. Of course cyberspace is like a "third place" now. The demise of cafeterias was tied to the rise in affluence. People opted for waiter service and felt it was beneath them to carry their own tray. Cafeteria chains prevailed much longer in the South and Midwest where it wasn't until the last decade that many have closed, but they lacked the opulence of the big city ones.
The closest you can come to the feel of an old cafeteria today is at Katz's Deli. The ticket machine, the long counter on one wall, the frenetic feel with people carrying trays laden with Jewish-style foods in search of an empty table. The sound is reminiscent of old cafeterias too--cutlery rattling and lots of conversation. But I don't think you would scour the tables for a familiar face or a comfortable table to share and strike up a conversation with a stranger. By contrast, the dozens of coffee joints around my neighborhood are tomb-like since almost everyone is on their laptop."
Also, I discovered someone (perhaps Marcia Bricker Halperin herself, seeing as how her photo shows up here, too) submitted Dubrow's Cafeteria to the blog "Place Matters" with a link to this blog. I agree! Places do matter. And if there's one thing I have learned from the years of maintaining this blog, it's that Dubrow's did matter. And still does.
Wednesday, May 03, 2017
Dubrow's in the NY Times again
Marcia Bricker Halperin has taken many photos of Dubrow's - as well as many other landmarks of NYC - and her work is featured in the New York Times. Dubrow's referenced, as well as many other great NYC eateries. Check it out!
Monday, April 03, 2017
Dubrow's New York Style Deli inspired by Dubrow's Cafeteria
I was so confused when I saw this restaurant, located in Houston, Texas, that I had to email the owner via their website.
The owner is even named Ziggy Gruber, and Gruber, is a family name in the larger Dubrow extended family. But I got this response:
Dear Eve,
I am not related in anyway to the Dubrow family. My name is Ziggy Gruber I am third generation delicatessen owner. My family had the first delicatessen on Broadway called the Rialto they also had numerous other delis all around the city like Bergers on 47 st and in the suburbs Cresthill kosher deli in Spring Valley New York and the Woodrow kosher deli in Hewlett Long Island. My father's brother my uncle's name is Seymour and that is a coincidence. My uncle Norman who is much older than me technically is my cousin his name is Norman Rappaport. My family has been a deli dynasty in New York since the early 1900s. I presently own a well-known deli called Kenny and Ziggys in Houston Texas. We were looking to expand to a new concept that was a combination of Jewish delicatessen foods and Houston's restaurant that serves steaks, fish and cocktails. While trying to come up with a name for this concept. I was thinking about old Jewish restaurant names and Dubrows came to mind. My patent attorney did a trademark and patent search and saw the name Dubrows was abandoned for many years. So we applied and received the mark. There is presently a documentary out called Deli man and if you see it you will see it is my goal to perpetuate Jewish culture through food and if you have ever eaten my food or read our reviews you will see I will do the great name of Dubrows justice. I hope this clarifies the mystery. If you have anymore questions don't hesitate to contact me
All the best,
Ziggy Gruber
So there you have it. An homage to Dubrow's down in Texas, from someone unrelated to the family. I'd love to know from anyone in Houston if his restaurant even vaguely resembles Dubrow's Cafeteria.
Dear Eve,
I am not related in anyway to the Dubrow family. My name is Ziggy Gruber I am third generation delicatessen owner. My family had the first delicatessen on Broadway called the Rialto they also had numerous other delis all around the city like Bergers on 47 st and in the suburbs Cresthill kosher deli in Spring Valley New York and the Woodrow kosher deli in Hewlett Long Island. My father's brother my uncle's name is Seymour and that is a coincidence. My uncle Norman who is much older than me technically is my cousin his name is Norman Rappaport. My family has been a deli dynasty in New York since the early 1900s. I presently own a well-known deli called Kenny and Ziggys in Houston Texas. We were looking to expand to a new concept that was a combination of Jewish delicatessen foods and Houston's restaurant that serves steaks, fish and cocktails. While trying to come up with a name for this concept. I was thinking about old Jewish restaurant names and Dubrows came to mind. My patent attorney did a trademark and patent search and saw the name Dubrows was abandoned for many years. So we applied and received the mark. There is presently a documentary out called Deli man and if you see it you will see it is my goal to perpetuate Jewish culture through food and if you have ever eaten my food or read our reviews you will see I will do the great name of Dubrows justice. I hope this clarifies the mystery. If you have anymore questions don't hesitate to contact me
All the best,
Ziggy Gruber
So there you have it. An homage to Dubrow's down in Texas, from someone unrelated to the family. I'd love to know from anyone in Houston if his restaurant even vaguely resembles Dubrow's Cafeteria.
Request for Dubrow's tuna salad recipe
Reader Andrew Suser asks for it. Now, tuna salad seems easy enough to make so if the Dubrow's recipe was unique or special it's got to be in the seasonings or the add-ins. Anyone recall it want to help Andrew out?
Monday, January 09, 2017
Letter from the daughter of a Miami Beach Dubrow's employee
I received an email from Carole Chapman, who had this to say about her father Carl Kobitz:
"Hi
After my dad was discharged from the navy he moved to Miami Beach. The next day he got a job at dubrows in 1946. He worked the season and managed to save $3000! He started as a bus boy and moved up to be a server.
My dad is still alive and he is 91!"
Nice to hear from someone outside the family who worked at the Dubrow's in Miami Beach. Anyone out there remember Carl?
"Hi
After my dad was discharged from the navy he moved to Miami Beach. The next day he got a job at dubrows in 1946. He worked the season and managed to save $3000! He started as a bus boy and moved up to be a server.
My dad is still alive and he is 91!"
Nice to hear from someone outside the family who worked at the Dubrow's in Miami Beach. Anyone out there remember Carl?
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
JFK at King's Highway Dubrow's (Close up)
I think that memories of Kennedy campaigning at Dubrow's might win for the memory most commonly reported by people who have contacted me through this blog. It makes sense - it was clearly a big deal, and as these pictures show, hundreds or perhaps thousands of people showed up.
Edit: I found this article in Sheepshead Bites that has a nice description of one person's memory of Kennedy campaigning in front of Dubrow's. It also confirms what my sense was - Kennedy's assassination was one of the most defining event for Baby Boomers, and so many of them have also retained closely their memories of him as president and campaigning to become president.
"My singular Kennedy experience was when the senator, after winning the Democratic nomination, campaigned in Brooklyn, in the summer of 1960, for New York’s 45 electoral votes. My friend Larry and I went to the rally along Kings Highway that stretched from Ocean Avenue to Coney Island Avenue, and onto several side streets, and waited hours among the jam-packed crowd. As we stood at the East 16th Street intersection, opposite Dubrow’s cafeteria, we were constantly pushed and shoved by others impatiently awaiting the candidate’s motorcade."
(Neil Friedman, Nov 23, 2013, retrieved from http://www.sheepsheadbites.com/2013/11/jfk-assassination-remains-a-defining-moment-for-baby-boomers/)
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
A question from a reader
I received this query from a reader a few days ago:
Dear Eve,
From 1966 to 1972, my father owned Dave's Luncheonette on 1673 East 13th Street, just off the corner from Kings Highway. Do you remember it, and would you know if there are there any photographs
Irwin Gordon
Can anyone help Irwin out? Anyone recall Dave's Luncheonette on King's Highway in Brooklyn? It would have been close to where the Dubrow's was.
Dear Eve,
From 1966 to 1972, my father owned Dave's Luncheonette on 1673 East 13th Street, just off the corner from Kings Highway. Do you remember it, and would you know if there are there any photographs
Irwin Gordon
Can anyone help Irwin out? Anyone recall Dave's Luncheonette on King's Highway in Brooklyn? It would have been close to where the Dubrow's was.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
A question from a reader
I received the following email and thought I'd post it here to see if anyone can answer his question:
I am Bill Siroty, grandson of Gussie (Schwartz) Siroty, and great-grandson of Riva and Menachim Schwartz, which I think makes Simcha my great-great-Uncle. Michael Schwartz is my father’s first cousin.
I don’t know if anyone can answer this question: I was at the Kings Highway Dubrows in Spring 1972 and asked the cashier if Paul was there. I didn’t really know Paul but my father would be upset that I was there and didn’t ask to see him. I gave the cashier my name and she asked if my father was Danny. She said she used to date him! I can’t remember her name now, my father remembered her but that’s all the information I have. My father was 55 in 1972, born in 1917 so I guess this woman was a little younger.
Even if you don’t know this women it is still fun nostalgia.
Thanks, Bill Siroty Manchester, NH
Does anyone know about Paul who worked the cashier at King's Highway? Paul Tobin was a manager and owner, but of the Manhattan location, and probably didn't work the cash register much. So it probably wasn't him.
I am Bill Siroty, grandson of Gussie (Schwartz) Siroty, and great-grandson of Riva and Menachim Schwartz, which I think makes Simcha my great-great-Uncle. Michael Schwartz is my father’s first cousin.
I don’t know if anyone can answer this question: I was at the Kings Highway Dubrows in Spring 1972 and asked the cashier if Paul was there. I didn’t really know Paul but my father would be upset that I was there and didn’t ask to see him. I gave the cashier my name and she asked if my father was Danny. She said she used to date him! I can’t remember her name now, my father remembered her but that’s all the information I have. My father was 55 in 1972, born in 1917 so I guess this woman was a little younger.
Even if you don’t know this women it is still fun nostalgia.
Thanks, Bill Siroty Manchester, NH
Does anyone know about Paul who worked the cashier at King's Highway? Paul Tobin was a manager and owner, but of the Manhattan location, and probably didn't work the cash register much. So it probably wasn't him.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Long lost cousin
I received an email from a long lost cousin by marriage today:
And I enjoy your Dubrow blog (grew up till age 15 or 16 on East 16th Street between Ave N and O – Dubrow’s was up the block at 16th Street and Kings Highway – I would walk pass (sic) on the way to Junior High School twice a day and often stop in and talk to the various relatives and get fed too……
I’ve attached a photo of “Uncle” Simcha Tabachnick -- at my Bar Mitzvah – that’s me eating the drum stick… He was Max Tobin’s dad (Max of course was Minnie Dubrow Tobin’s husband). Simcha Tabachnick was also my grandmother Riva (Chast) Schwartz’s brother—he would avidly participate in Menachim Riva family circle meetings which were all the rage “back in the day."
Hi Eve,
I’m Michael Schwartz, and we are “kin” through the marriage of Max Tobin to Minnie Dubrow Tobin...You turn out to be my “father’s cousin’s sister-in-law’s granddaughter.” Whew….
And I enjoy your Dubrow blog (grew up till age 15 or 16 on East 16th Street between Ave N and O – Dubrow’s was up the block at 16th Street and Kings Highway – I would walk pass (sic) on the way to Junior High School twice a day and often stop in and talk to the various relatives and get fed too……
I’ve attached a photo of “Uncle” Simcha Tabachnick -- at my Bar Mitzvah – that’s me eating the drum stick… He was Max Tobin’s dad (Max of course was Minnie Dubrow Tobin’s husband). Simcha Tabachnick was also my grandmother Riva (Chast) Schwartz’s brother—he would avidly participate in Menachim Riva family circle meetings which were all the rage “back in the day."
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
James Madison High
In this old post, I shared a photo Marcia Bricker Halperin sent me from James Madison High School. Today I found in the depths of my computer files an article I never blogged that made reference to a Madison High School reunion in Beverly Hills, which included this great quote:
"Once you're from Brooklyn, you're always from Brooklyn, Richard Bock, Class of 1951, told his former schoolmates, seated at tables labeled to conjure memories: Dubrow's Cafeteria, Plum Beach, The Avalon Theater, Barney's Poolroom, Ocean Ave."
(Robin Brantley, "Beverly Hills Brooklynites," New York Times)
"Once you're from Brooklyn, you're always from Brooklyn, Richard Bock, Class of 1951, told his former schoolmates, seated at tables labeled to conjure memories: Dubrow's Cafeteria, Plum Beach, The Avalon Theater, Barney's Poolroom, Ocean Ave."
(Robin Brantley, "Beverly Hills Brooklynites," New York Times)
Friday, March 25, 2016
Miami Beach Dubrow's reference
I found some writing about the Miami Beach Dubrow's Cafeteria, which was located on Lincoln Road.
"From the late ’40s through the ’50s and ’60s, the Collins area between 20th and 25th streets was one of the liveliest in Miami Beach. Martha’s Five O’Clock Club was on the corner of 20th and Collins; Collins and 22nd housed “Wolfies,” the quintessential New York delicatessen. The Grate, the Pin Up, the Place Pigalle and the Night Owls clubs were within blocks; the Embers restaurant and Dubrow’s cafeteria were nearby; Junior’s deli and the old Roney Plaza hotel were just off 23rd. The 22nd Street public beach, between the Roney and the Sea Gull hotel, was well known as the gay beach."
-- Max Dertke, Dec 31,2014 in a Miami Herald article titled "Miami Stories: Glamour and seaside adventures lured this Midwesterner to Miami Beach."
"From the late ’40s through the ’50s and ’60s, the Collins area between 20th and 25th streets was one of the liveliest in Miami Beach. Martha’s Five O’Clock Club was on the corner of 20th and Collins; Collins and 22nd housed “Wolfies,” the quintessential New York delicatessen. The Grate, the Pin Up, the Place Pigalle and the Night Owls clubs were within blocks; the Embers restaurant and Dubrow’s cafeteria were nearby; Junior’s deli and the old Roney Plaza hotel were just off 23rd. The 22nd Street public beach, between the Roney and the Sea Gull hotel, was well known as the gay beach."
-- Max Dertke, Dec 31,2014 in a Miami Herald article titled "Miami Stories: Glamour and seaside adventures lured this Midwesterner to Miami Beach."
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