I just noticed that DJP also has a nice stash of old Fulton Fish Market. The Astoria crew made its own pilgrimage a while back; Peter of course took photos (scroll down to “Fulton Fish…”).

Back in April, when we went, it seemed like the fish market was poised to close at any moment. Fortunately, it wasn’t like when Siberia, the best bar ever, the bar in the subway station, was “about to close” for more than six months, and I went there way too often and got way too drunk, and even locked in the place one night, and a bruise on my back from making out on the pinball game, and generally too horrified with myself to set foot in the new place on 9th Ave for a long, long, long time.

I mean, I’m really glad we saw the FFM when we did, representing the almost-end of an era, but you didn’t see me there every week after, ogling the giant tuna and cadging clams from guys in yellow rubber overalls, all nicknamed “the Hook.”

The fish market has officially moved up to the Bronx now, I think only back in October, leaving a bunch of cranky tough-guy sound bites in its wake (e.g., “Aw, who needs refrigeration? I’ll miss the old place!” says Vinnie “the Hook” Lambrusco). Guess it’s time for a visit, and a compare-contrast blog entry. But damn, you have to wake up so early…