Weeks after proclaiming that the Beatrice Inn would arise from its shuttered state like a dancing Phoenix, our favorite old girl has yet to open for business. One Little Birdy with more than a bit of snark writes:
I walked by good old Bea last night to see it completely dark with a large plastic trashcan still guarding its exclusivity which seemed to have been carelessly thrown down those holy stairs that once embodied everything to hate about NYC nightlife. What a shame, this must be really heartbreaking to those across the river in Williamsburg. Unfortunately, I was only at Bea' once because my jeans were never tight enough, my shoes never bright enough and my penis never small enough.