Another Lucky Love Letter

This [the previous Love Letter to Lucky] makes me want to write about the place Lucky has had in my heart too...

As a female educator in her 30’s, living single in NYC, I’ve had so many groups of friends that I was close to and then they moved out of the city for a more traditional family life. Every couple years I found myself trying to reestablish new friends and find consistency in community. I could never seem to find it in closer establishments near my apartment in Harlem that stayed open long enough or in the Bronx near my school — a little too close to the families I served.

When Lucky opened it became “my bar,” even though it was a 30 minute subway and a 20 minute walk, it was worth every step because whenever I went I ran into people who were fun to talk to, usually with a hug, and familiar to me, in a city that often made me feel like a stranger. I switched jobs last October so stopping at Lucky every Wednesday became super convenient and a highlight of my week. I often told people this was a perk of my new job change, because I felt I could root down a little deeper and keep forming closer connections through the age -old tradition of bellying up together in a place we love. You even let me host a BMHH event there a few Aprils ago, which gave me a lot of joy. Over 200 people came in and out that night and had an awesome time connecting deeper with their burner community.

Lucky has consistently been the place I take all my out of town visitors for a stop, again giving me the gift of being somewhere I feel comfortable and loved. I’m not a regular like many of your regulars are, and I’m a person some of the Lucky folk may even wonder, “Who is she?” But Lucky will always have a special place in my heart as “my bar” and it was always a gift that kept on giving. Thanks for that Editrix Abby, I REALLY look forward to the next time we get to shoot the shit together. ☘️