At last, at last.

Ahaha, the Beatrice Inn has been shut down and Paul Sevigny--brother of mini-Satan herself, Chloe--owes the City $23,000. I was at Beatrice just a few weeks ago and, my God, I guess recession hit them pretty hard...All the trashy bitches were getting in. Maybe they waited 15 minutes, but they got in. So much for the hipster joint's trademark quasi-exclusivity.

I particularly enjoy the last line. "...[I]t's a tragedy for the entire City of New York, which relies heavily on the Beatrice to each night safely stow away some 125 of its most fucking annoying citizens, so the rest of us don't have to deal with them." Funnily enough, all 125 of them are snorting lines of despair while reading Gawker, right now.

But let's face it. Ain' nobody wants that bitch on these streets.



footnote:
...I'm not sure why I despise Chloe so much. I liked her in American Psycho...Oh. Right. That's the only decent movie she's made and she's spent the rest of her career being a pretty obnoxious faux hipster twat who posed for Uniqlo.