Nine75 to go dark
Yup, you read that headline right. Nine75, the embattled hipster enclave and jumped-up comfort food joint inside the Beauvallon complex at 975 Lincoln Street, is finally throwing in the towel. Nine75 was already closed once, by original owner Jim Sullivan, then rescued and revived by the guys from the Jet Entertainment Group. But now it's going down for good, which will not surprise anyone who's been watching the steady flow of tenants out of the Beauvallon (which is currently in receivership) over the past few months, since the ground-floor retail portion of the development is pretty much empty at this point.
This gray cloud does have a silver lining, though. George Eder (who was once Sullivan's COO before bailing out for a post with the Jet gang) has announced that this time around, Nine75 will be closing in a style befitting its brief and tempestuous life: with a bunch of loud, raucous and hopefully profitable parties leading up to the final lights-out.
Here's how it's gonna go down. The festivities willl kick off on Thursday night with a "Save the Staff" party and all-night happy hour for the ladies; will continue on through Friday night, when Eder and his managers will be selling everything right out of the place and trying, in particular, to unload several hundred Nine75-branded plates; and finish up on Saturday night with a final, all-you-can-drink bash in an attempt to clear out whatever's left of the bar. "There's nothing I can do with those open bottles but sell them," Eder told me earlier this afternoon. "Man, it's gonna be a bloody mess..."
A bloody mess indeed. But a bloody mess for a good cause, because even though Eder and the Jet management have managed to place most of the employees (soon to be ex-employees) of Nine75 in other positions throughout the company, Eder still felt bad about having to close the place. So he says he'll be diverting some of the proceeds (like the sale of the plates, 10 percent of all the weekend sales and a portion of the booze money that comes in on Saturday) straight into his staff's pockets.He's hoping to raise a few thousand dollars to take a little bit of the sting out of the closure, and while it may not be the same as having a job to go to on Monday afternoon, it's certainly more than most owners and managers ever do.
And it's a lot more than anyone got when Sullivan closed Nine75 the first time around.
So show some appreciation of this gesture of largesse. Get in there, have a last meal, drink a little too much and
get weird in the name of service-industry solidarity. The hangover the
next morning might feel the same, but at least you'll be able to wake
up knowing that you're suffering for a good cause.