Man, I even remember the place when it was the Urban Peasant, and then Cafe Global, and finally, The Hard Times. I have so many memories there. I remember that the owner of the earlier incarnations of the Hard Times was “Mike,” a Jamaican kid who played trumpet and guitar. What the hell happened to him?
You should know that some of Gordie Zieter’s ashes are rumored to be stuffed in the walls of the cafe — the rest we set adrift on the river. If you go way in the back of the cafe, behind the false wall where the bar USED to be, you can still see a picture of Gordie on the wall. Dance on Big Bear!
Look forward to the film. Hope that you include all of the early regulars who populated that place:
Peter Dodge (obviously)
Mike (?) onetime owner
Jason (?) Mike’s asshole partner
The Dude Who Got Busted for No Reason with Pot (what a frame up) and nearly Caused the Shut Down (again, no reason).
Tsihi (Sunny), an Eritrian dude who never stopped smiling and who was a friend
Barachi, an Eritrian dude who proved you don’t have to be an “American” to be a pain in the ass
Too many people to list.