Wednesday, June 10, 2020

The New York Playboy Club – closed

I refuse to post anything bunny related. 

Uuuuuuugh. Where to start? OK, history from wiki:

The Playboy Club was initially a chain of nightclubs and resorts owned and operated by Playboy Enterprises. The first club opened at 116 E. Walton Street in downtown Chicago on February 29, 1960. Each club generally featured a Living Room, a Playmate Bar, a Dining Room, and a Club Room. Members and their guests were served food and drinks by Playboy Bunnies, some of whom were featured in Playboy magazine. The clubs offered name entertainers and comedians in the Club Rooms, and local musicians and the occasional close-up magician in the Living Rooms. Starting with the London and Jamaica club locations, the Playboy Club became international in scope. In 1991, the club chain became defunct.

There was an effort made to resurrect the brand, starting in 2006 with a club at the Palms in Vegas. A few other spots followed. The Club in Vegas closed in 2012, and the other spots followed. They tried one more time to open the Club in NYC, and it lasted a year. From the NY Post:

After just one year in business, the owners of the new Playboy Club at the Cachet Hotel on West 42 Street are packing up their Hugh Hefner memorabilia and rebranding the space as a steak house and entertainment venue sponsored by events promoter Live Nation, sources tell The Post.

I’ve got so many issues with this. My dad read the magazine when I was a kid. I feel like it perpetuated an ideal in women that men expected and women were desperate to either keep up or grin ‘n bear it. Yet I read the jokes, tried to understand the motivations of the playmates while reading their bios, and, in general felt the weight and politics in the value of the male gaze. Being smart I was worried, was not going to be enough. And that sucked.

Jo’s Collins
  • 3 oz. chilled champagne
  • 1 ¼ oz. peach liqueur
  • 2 oz. OJ
  • 7-up
Pour champagne, liqueur, and OJ in 8 oz. mug filled with ice. Stir. Top with 7-up.

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