Ludlow Manor In Trouble With New York State Liquor Authority, Selling PB & J Sandwiches

A special friend has relayed the information that Ludlow Manor, that ambitious club/lounge/(restaurant?) had an awful time with the New York State Liquor Authority at the full Board Meeting Wednesday. Nobody got hung or shot, but they did get buried with being forced to turn in the liquor license for safekeeping the end result. My ex-wife took my cat Violet for "safekeeping" 20 years ago and I haven’t seen either since. Ludlow Manor is fronted by Georgie Seville and GaGa’s ex Luc Carl, something the board took note of. The Times reported that Luc called himself an owner and, by SLA rules, that isn’t strictly true. It is merely a harmless exaggeration club-runners use to describe themselves when they often own nothing more than their wardrobe. I wont reveal the names of the real owners here.

His and his attorney’s attempt to calm the savage beast of the board bordered on comical. The board wanted to know why they weren’t serving food, a basic condition of their license.They pointed a finger at universally-hated Con-Ed, which hadn’t gotten around to giving them gas. The board asked if they currently served any food at all while waiting for power. They answered cold sandwiches. When pressed about what kind of delicious and nutricious sandwiches they were offering, they replied peanut butter and jelly… and also turkey. My man on the scene did all he could to contain his laughter, but the scene was sober and guffaws would have been inappropriate and dealt with severly. When asked about why the upper two unlicensed floors were operating, fingers were pointed at a no-longer-employed bad, bad publicist. The club’s lawyer was less than dynamic. The board was less than sympathetic. A $10,000 fine was assessed and the license grabbed until a  fully-functioning kitchen appeared, at which time another hearing would be held.
 
Last night, they were closed. I visited Georgie at Ludlow last week to get the story, but I didn’t really need to ask him any questions. He was slumped on a bar stool and looked worried and beaten. Usually an upbeat gent with a million-dollar smile, he looked shaken and stirred, with little spark in his famously bright eyes. He talked about bills piling up and employees out of work. I wished him luck, knowing that luck would have nothing to do with it.
 
Kenmare was in front of the same board. They were found guilty of serving a minor booze. Liquor lawyer legend Warren Pesetsky pointed out a discrepency in the bust. An undercover purchased two beers for $16, but expensed $38. When cross- examined at a preliminary hearing, the undercover explained he was good tipper. Kenmare is currently closed, awaiting a knight in shining armor to revitalize the space as a restaurant. Banter between the owner and SLA board was about the chef quitting. The board queried about it being strange that he couldnt find a chef in NYC . The owner wanted to get one form his other restaurants and none seemed enthusiastic about getting involved. Here, too, the real owner did the talking as the former "front owners" Paul Sevigny and Nur Khan were someplace else being "owners."
 
This is not a put-down of those two guys or any of the other "owners" that are merely the handsome faces put out front to generate buzz and get things working. In reality, the marketing  people or operators who aren’t on the license define a joint way more than the squeaky clean fellow who invests the cash and gets to get a license.  A new concept is coming at Kenmare. The place was shut on advice from lawyers who understood that a wrath from above would surely come as the kitchen got closed, leaving only the lounge to cause trouble. The license was surrendered voluntarily while violations and concept are defined. The voluntary surrender of the license was the right way to handle it .. the police raid and subsequent taking of the license at Ludlow…not the right way. Sources tell me the peanut butter and jelly defense was never considered by Kenmare’s attorney.

Dubai Opening: The Living Room at the Grand Hyatt

If only one’s living room could actually look like this. Indeed, the new HBA-designed The Living Room at the Grand Hyatt is like a lavish ’round the world tour.

Perhaps it should have been called The Living Rooms since it encompasses three lounges, each with its own special geographical inspiration: The Velvet Lounge is all Middle-Eastern flash, with lots of purple, magenta, and gold; the European Lounge is dressed up in Louis XV opulence, with a peek-a-boo portal into the Velvet Lounge; and the Chinese Lounge just drips with silk fabrics and flamboyant, glittering chandeliers. And should the decadent atmosphere steer you into over indulgence (and why wouldn’t it?), there is a new and also HBA-designed Ahasees Spa on site for body revivification. What we call living…

Agency: Where Hollywood Meets Vegas

Everything about Agency is a secret; its quiet opening before the New Year, covert entrance and private patio, and unannounced performances by the world’s top DJs. But like any really good secret, it doesn’t remain so for long.

Located in East Hollywood, this 250-person covert nightclub offers what other big and bombastic late-night destinations don’t: an invite-only, front-row seat to the most sought-after house DJ performances, in a retreat teeming with sexy and creative energy – the creativity beginning the moment you walk in.

The guest first enters into an eerie, butcher shop inspired hallway that leads up a gold-painted, darkened stairway into a flirtatious, engaging retreat,” says co-owner Jordan Buky. “There’s chandeliers suspended from the copper ceilings, theatrical red walls, plush turquoise sofas, and eye-catching leopard-print flooring surrounding its secluded alcoves.”

The interior also includes a full-service bar, a giant DJ booth, and separate VIP entrance/patio attracting bottle service and A-list clientele.

Agency is built with the newest technology and sound,” says co-owner Cy Waits.” It’s the only club in LA where Hollywood meets Vegas.”

But take note: Agency is only open Tuesdays and Saturdays. Torture, right? Quality, not quantity.