June 2015 © Frank H. Jump
I remembering coming to eat at Sung Chun Mei 1 after ACT UP meetings in the late 80s. Enzo and I would go there on occasion when in the Village. We happened upon it again after the LGBT Pride NYC and it looked so perpetually closed. I could remember the last time we were there. Pork and string beans in a brown sauce. Pan fried dumplings. Cold noodle with sesame sauce. Eggplant with garlic sauce. I found this article that mentions it called No Longer Driving the Culture, is the Village Now “a Geography of Nowhere?” in the Washington Square Park Blog where Catherine says:
I knew Sung Chun Mei, the restaurant referenced in the article as closed and sitting shuttered for six years (picture above), well. It was a vibrant thriving business, a Chinese restaurant I considered my “go to” place to order dinner often. It is hard for me to even think of it as closed.
Jeremiah Moss references Sung Chun Mei more recently on September 28th in his Vanishing NY Blog. Living in Brooklyn, working in Brooklyn – I am so out of touch with Manhattan anymore. So much is changing in Flatbush, I find it hard to keep up with the changes and harder still to keep up with what isn’t changing beyond my immediate horizon.
