“WHAT THEY TALKED ABOUT As Shakespeare wrote, there is special providence in the fall of a deli. Mr. Weiss and Mr. Happel took measure of the citys loss. Its an amazing place with an amazing interior, Mr. Happel said, and once again, its incredibly sad to watch these old establishments that are part of New York disappear and just become another slick establishment that has no history and who knows what kind of character.”
Lets do this quickly and without tears: After clogging arteries in the theater district for 34 years, Cafe Edison on West 47th Street will serve its last bowl of matzo ball soup on Sunday. Landlord, rent, upscale, etc. you know the story, no need to drag it out. Diners started a petition to save the institution, with its incongruously grand vaulted ceilings and decorated columns, noting its importance to the theater world, not to mention its use as the setting for Neil Simons 45 Seconds From Broadway, but to no avail. Time marches on, at a pace unslowed even by the Edisons kasha varnishkes, which could slow an army. On Tuesday night, regulars returned for a cheap meal and an elusive sense of home, and left a little heavier. Tears? No, those were just allergies, really. Sniffle.
IN THE SEATS Harvey Weiss, 60, and Marc Happel, 59, have been a couple for 34 years, and regulars at Cafe Edison for about 30. Mr. Weiss is an artist and decorative painter, with an eye for the Edisons irreplaceable textured walls and ceilings, accented in white and an otherworldly pinkish brown. Mr. Happel is the costume director at the New York City Ballet and has designed costumes for numerous theatrical events over the years. Which has meant a lot of pre-Broadway meals at Edison. If youre going to the theater at 8 oclock, you can walk in here at 7:30 and have a decent bowl of soup and a sandwich and be out of here and walk into that theater at five to eight and be filled and be quite content, Mr. Happel said. On Tuesday they were seeing Its Only a Play.