We have spent/wasted more than one wasted evening at the Frolic Room over the last 30+ yrs.
Quite a few, actually, 'though none recently. Now,
a bouncer has died under suspicious circumstances.
The man got his drink then quibbled over paying. Either out of confidence, or a lapse in tactical thinking, Jerry turned his back as he walked the man out the bar. “Jerry was leading, the man followed” Carole learned from staffers at the Frolic. The next time anyone saw Andersen he was spread-eagled in the cramped vestibule, blood pouring out his ears.
Police have found no witnesses. The narrow entrance between the door and the bar is out of sight from the back, where the bartender was cleaning up when whatever happened went down. But the man who wouldn’t pay for his drink is known to police. “They have his name, where he works, where he lives” says Carole. He remains “a person of interest” in cop jargon, and evidence may turn up that will lead to an arrest.
Inner Frolic: We don't know these "visitors," but we like the Hirschfeld mural.
Not sure how many "Nina"s, if any.
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