About the only thing that hasn’t been tweeted, blogged, Facebooked, or written about the Jungle, the über-hip slaughterhouse-cum–espresso bar in Williamsburg, is a guess at who will be the first to imitate it. And more to the point, will they succeed? Since opening last fall, the bloody, offal-strewn warehouse, where you can kill your own animals in between sips of Stumptown coffee, has become the new town square for the bohemian epicenter of New York.
Shy Curtain and Moss Fenugreek, the impresarios behind the Jungle, have been coy about their plans for the future. A report in Grub Street surfaced in February that the pair were in talks with the Olive Garden for a spin-off, to be located in the Fisherman’s Wharf district of San Francisco. “They would solely be the breadstick supplier,” Fenugreek was quoted as saying. “It’s something we’re considering.”