A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.

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“Tuesday is just Monday’s ugly sister” (3/27)
“Happiness is having a rare steak, a bottle of whisky—and a dog to eat the rare steak” (3/27)
“What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for” (3/27)
“Good girls are made of sugar and spice. Country girls are made of whiskey on ice” (3/27)
“This whiskey tastes like I’m about to tell you how I really feel” (3/27)
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Entry from February 02, 2017
“I’m really glad we don’t have to hunt our own food anymore. I don’t know where sandwiches liv

Entry in progress—B.P.

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Ricky Strobel
‏@hopeless2327
I’m really glad we don’t have to hunt our own food anymore.... I don’t even know where sandwiches live.
10:56 AM - 17 Jul 2013

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jesse pedroza
‏@jessepedroza
I’m really glad we don’t have to hunt our own food anymore.... I don’t even know where sandwiches live
11:39 AM - 17 Jul 2013

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Bill Murray
‏@BiIIMurray
I’m really glad we don’t have to hunt our own food anymore…. I don’t even know where sandwiches live.
10:29 AM - 23 Dec 2016

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityFood/Drink • Thursday, February 02, 2017 • Permalink