But they gradually came around, shifting to the sidewalk to spare adjacent lungs and the nicotine-pummeled ceiling panels, which still offer a distinct gouda-yellow Pall Mall patina today.Īshtrays, fixtures found on Frank’s riverstone-smooth Formica bar top forever, were finally 86’d.
“So many people were so angry about it,” says Sweitzer. The ordinance, of course, incensed locals fond of sucking down butts with their seven ounce beers, the accepted practice ever since the space on the northeast corner of 13th and Pine opened as a tavern amid the dying gasps of Prohibition.
