Bleecker Street may be a touristy hell hole, but we still lamented when The Figaro Cafe closed its doors. This famed spot was open for more than 30 years, and was recently converted into a Qdoba Mexican Kitchen. We love burritos, but not that much.
Weren’t we surprised when, on a recent stroll down Bleecker, we noticed that the Figaro lives on? The bar has shifted a few doors down from its old location. The awning reads The Figaro Cafe, and they have the same stained glass cat / cappuccino machine mural that bedecked their old spot. The new space used to be Cascata – named after the waterfall in the back “garden” area.
We suspect that the owner of this space (who also owned the original Figaro) is attempting to capitalize on the unsuspecting tourists who see the cafe listed in their guide books. The often asked tourist question: “Where did all the musicians and poets used to gather?” will now be met with “Over there, in the back, near the waterfall.”