If it's not one thing, it's another: The Subject is Papasito
New York City isn’t a quiet place, filled with blasting,
blaring, banging, beeping, barking, revving, rumbling, rattling, honking, clomping,
yelling, shouting, shooting, laughing, screaming, squealing, stomping,
smashing, screeching, slamming, and trilling.
Once in a while the night is so
filled without noise that the only sound is the a capella crescendo of high heels on sidewalks.
New Yorkers
expect, and are part of, a certain amount of cacophony during the day. But when
beats of music, revving of cars and motorcycles, and cackles from gaggles of
people underneath your bedroom windows leave you counting sheep and carrots (some
of us are vegetarians), then the sounds of the city become an intrusion.
Several restaurants in Inwood have
rattled neighbors since they opened. In one two-block radius, five restaurants
and one bar are thriving (the diner is closed for renovations and five small
storefronts are empty), serving food and drink indoors and outdoors. La Marina
at the far end of Dyckman Street brings its own issues of traffic congestion,
crowds, parking, and fire hydrants blocked by parked cars.
Business is booming and that’s the
problem. The influx of diners means crowds gather outside of the restaurants during the day, in the evening, and early morning hours while each eatery plays music, sometimes
emphatic enough to be heard across the street and up the hill.
People travel out of their own neighborhoods
and into others to dine out, and upper Manhattan is now a destination. Dyckman
Street used to be shabby and quiet. Some liked it that way. But when
restaurants inhabited quiet streets and vacant storefronts, the unique topography of
the street—a quiet hum of parkland sitting across
the road and little or no street traffic that could serve as background
noise—combined with elbow to elbow outdoor
seating underneath large apartment buildings,
changed the dynamics and annoyed the neighbors.
Inwood’s
restaurant row is filled with diners eating and drinking, coming and going, and
sidewalk space allocated for outdoor seating has been calculated by the
Department of Consumer Affairs as being adequate for the width of the street.
But what is adequate on paper is a mechanical computation, and restaurants
seemed to have forgotten that people make their homes above them and an
unpalatable sensory takeover has been added to their menus.
A sound meter measures the loudness of music—whether it’s
Elvis Martinez or Elvis Presley, Frankie Ruiz or Frankie Valli, Barry Manilow
or Barry White, Ella Fitzgerald or El Chombo, Bob Marley or Barbra Streisand,
Milly Quezada or Millie Small—not how it travels, its effect on people
and how it attracts an audience, and how it’s supplemented by the sounds of couples
and groups of people conversing as they wait in line or walking on by, others
congregating outside and across the street.
But removing
Papasito’s liquor license means that it will likely close. Perhaps the removal
of its liquor license is sending a message. But this seems severe, and throwing
people out of work in this economic climate is not something to toast. There’s
no guarantee of what business would replace it and the level of respect this
new venture may have for the neighbors upstairs. And then the dance begins all
over again.
Why not work with what you have? Not
every patron who is loud and boisterous (and not everyone is) on Dyckman Street
is dining or drinking at Papasito. On the few nights during the week I passed
by at different times, the outdoor scene was relaxed and comfortable with no
music or music playing very low. It’s the late nights/early morning hours on
the weekends when the temperatures rise to a boil.

Somehow, both sides—restaurants
and neighbors—must find a way to connect and follow the spirit of the law
and of community to find a middle ground. Everyone in New York City isn’t going
to be happy, which is why chefs fiddle with menus and adapt them to their
customers and why, when New York City changes, it never stays the same.
Comments
These are the stores that used to house Nostalgia and Brazen Lingerie.In addition, Williams Grocery is planning on opening a liquor store next to their grocery.On my way home from work, I counted five liquor serving establishments between Broadway and Seaman avenue(The Dyckaman Bar,Papasitos,Il Sole,Corcho, and Mama Sushi. If you add the new businesses that are planning on opening up between Seaman and Payson and Cafe Mamajuana, there would be eight liquor serving establishments between Broadway and Payson. This is not even counting La Marina( which is supposedly owned by vida Mexicana as well. These businesses are directly contributing to the deterioration of the quality of life in this neighborhood. On my way home last night at one thirty,the noise from the clubs,cars and motorcycles and club patrons could be heard as soon as I approached Beak and Payson. This is too much. Something needs to be done to put this corporations feet to the flame. I feel that these new establishments should not be allowed to open and the current ones should be forced to close by two thirty on Saturday evening and one thirty on Sunday evening. If there is a petition out there that is addressing the issues I discussed, I would gladly sign on the dotted line!