According to Harlem One-Stop (http://www.harlemonestop.com/organiza... Margie's is closed. I phoned the number, and it was out of service. If anyone has any info - if she's relocating, contrary info, etc. - please serve it up here.
If this is indeed, the last we see of this great little eatery, and of Margie's wonderful gracious service, homecooking, jukebox and screen door, I feel all the more fortunate for having experienced it. I only hit up Margie's a handful of times over the years, my last visit having been almost a year ago, on one of the coldest days of the year. Freezing. I hadn't been in over a year at that point, but was welcomed as if they knew me. Margie and her staff were always earthy, humorous, so good to be around. The joint was just that, a joint. Crawlspace, really. Done up in red, with a few tables, adjoining napkin dispensers, and a juicebox near the street window with the likes of John Lee Hooker, Lester Young and Magic Sam. Only Rudy's on 9th Avenue could compare for good background music. Margie's fried chicken was, to my recollection, a Georgia style of frying - thin skinned, crispy, moist and juicy. To my taste, only two other NYC joints, (newly reopened) Charles and the long -defunct Carmichaels, could touch this chicken. It did the trick for me every time, as did her terrific, gut-busting breakfasts: fluffy scrambled eggs, light-as-air flapjacks, Georgia sage sausage, biscuits and coffee. Good for the soul.
I emerged from last year's visit into the blistery, cold air, feeling great, warmed inside and out, renewed. Margie had been telling me how business was down during the week, and, as I walked down Frederick Douglass and noted several shuttered and boarded storefronts, the impermanence of it all was driven home loud and clear. I was glad to have at least one more excellent time and meal at Margie's, and did not take for granted that it could be my last.
I sure as shit hope it wasn't.