Quince Street: Crowded But Not Crushed, Part II
Last time, I began the story of the short stretch of the east side Quince Street between Walnut and Locust Streets – sometimes straight, sometimes gay, but always interesting. We traced it from the 1920s Blue Lantern Tea Room, through its life as Maurice’s, Antonio’s, the Foster House and Flippo’s in the 1970s.
In the early ’80s, now called the Intermission Tavern, the restaurant ended up in a 48 page exposé published by the Pennsylvania Crime Commission. The Commission cited violations that included numerous violations of the state Liquor Code and ownership and use of the site as a meeting place by organized crime associates, some with criminal records. In a secret bugging operation, the FBI phone taps and hidden cameras discovered that the Intermission was being used as the headquarters for loan sharking and drug dealing operations by mobster Raymond “Long John” Mortorano, right, and union boss Albert Daidone. Their methamphetamine and Quaalude trafficking network was estimated to have an annual worth of between $50 and $100 million. Mortorano and Daidone were both eventually implicated in a murder that was part of a battle for control of Atlantic City’s 10,000 member bartender’s union. The city shut the Intermission Tavern down in 1982. After serving 17 year prison sentences, Daidone and Mortorano were released in 1999. Daidone retired from mob life, but Mortorano was gunned down in his Lincoln towncar during rush hour in South Philadelphia in 2002.
THE MONSTER MASH
On April 5, 1985, after three years as co-owner the new Bike Stop at 206 S Quince, Ron Lord, right, with partner Roland Frambes, opened a restaurant across the street at 211 S Quince St called The Monster Inn. Jim Madden, who would buy the Bike Stop in 1997, got his start in Philadelphia working at the Monster for Lord. The Monster Inn was named after the chain of “Monster” bars in Cherry Grove, Key West and Sheridan Square in New York, but apparently was not associated with them. (If anyone knows the story, please let me know!) The Monster featured a menu sprinkled with with items humorously and ghoulishly named, in keeping with the theme, like “Decapitated Coffee” and the “Lox Ness Monster,” served at brunch; see the sample menu, below. The Monster catered to cast members and theatre-goers from the Forrest Theatre and advertised to a gay clientele as well.
The Monster Inn only lasted three years, until early 1988. In June of that year, it was announced that Joe Venuti, below, the owner of the Allegro II which had operated at 2056 Sansom St. since 1983, was going to move his club to the defunct Monster Inn. When the deal fell through, Venuti charged that the corporation that had run the Monster reneged because the Allegro II catered to a mostly African-American clientele. Ron Lord, who had done so much in fundraising for AIDS in Philadelphia, denied those charges, stating simply that his partners were not ready to sell. Ron’s health was in decline at the time and his original partner, Roland Frambes, had died of AIDS in July of 1987. The Allegro II ended up moving back to Sansom Street. Lord announced that the Monster Inn would re-open as The Home Plate. According to Gayborhood Guru reader Rick Van Tassell, that only lasted a few months. (See his comment below.)
PENGUINS ON QUINCE
For five years in the mid 1980s, the Gay Community Center of Philadelphia (GCCP) miraculously existed without a building as Penguin Place, “The Community Center without Walls,” logo at top of post. In the fall of 1988, the Center’s Board decided that they needed a physical space again. In December, they signed a lease with Ron Lord, owner of the Bike Stop, to rent 211 S Quince Street, the former home of his Monster Inn, right. The GCCP Library and Archives began moving in right away. Within a few months there were problems; it seems Ron Lord’s original lease didn’t allow him to sublet. Furthermore, the building seemed to be in the name of an 80 year old Italian woman in South Philadelphia, which hinted that the building’s organized crime connections were still very much there. During this minor crisis, GCCP Board Members Marge McCann and Michael LoForno worked heroically to keep the Center together. By the time things were worked out, there was some contention among the GCCP Board, inflammatory press added to the problem and Center co-chair John Cabiria resigned. In addition, in early February of 1990, there was a fire in the back of the building, most probably set by a homeless person. Coincidentally, soon after, plans for a new location were announced. The Community Center moved on to 201 S Camac St. and seven years later, to its current home at 1315 Spruce Street, the first building that the Community Center has owned.
BACK TO THE FUTURE
The buildings lay empty for a long time, until a few years ago, when they were once again separated into three private residences, restored and sold. Today, the three simple brick façades at 211 to 215 S Quince St., with their tiny marble stoops, tasteful, dark green doors, fanlights and shuttered windows, left, look pretty much they way they did when they were first built about 1850. There’s no hint at all of the long succession of tea room, restaurant, gay bar, mob hangout, gay bar again and community center they housed in the last hundred years.
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• For more information on the Bike Stop, see “T-Squares and Bootblacks: The Bike Stop,” on this blog.
• For more information on the William Way Center, see “A Home for the Community Center,” Part I, Part II and Part III, on this blog.
Hello: You might find it of interest, but I have a four drawer filing cabinet full of ads and old gay magazines from the Backstage Restaurant. It dates back at least thirty years or more and may expose some long lost memories for our community. If you would be interested in looking through the files, this can be arranged or I will be throwing them out. Mel Heifetz, cell 215 990 5800…
Greetings. This site/blog is absolutely amazing. I almost feel bad submitting a correction-Home Plate did indeed open, albeit for a very, very short time [I’m thinking about 3 months]. Jim Madden tended bar on Sundays, and sometimes [twice I remember] a volleyball net was strung across the alley [maybe St. James Street] for pick up games. It wasn’t a big draw. After the Home Plate closed, Jim ended up tending bar at the Bike Stop, becoming Manager on Duty, and then, after Matt Hoffman died of AIDS, General Manager. Shortly afterwards, Ron, after discovering he had pancreatic cancer, worked out a deal with Jim and Jim became owner of the Bike Stop. For the record-I wasn’t privy to the deal and it’s terms. Suffice to say that, from my point of view, Ron wanted to make sure the bar stayed open and his staff continued working. I’ve been employed at the Bike Stop for 28 years, and I’ll always be grateful to Ron for selling to Jim and establishing an ersatz tradition of a Manager/GM buying the bar, as happened when Jim sold to Robert. For the record, I’m pretty grateful to both Jim and Robert for keeping Ron’s baby [and my job] going for all these years.
Rick, it’s great to hear from you. Thanks for sharing those personal memories; they’re really what make these stories come to life. I’ve edited the post to reflect your input.