on 05.09.07 WC commented:

I remember when they were first renovating this bar. We went in during the early phases and a guy showed us the old cartoon of a bee or wasp or something that was on the old wallpaper. It was very cool and I assume that’s where the name came from. It used to be an old nightclub of some sort. Of course, it became the infamous (”get naked for a free shot/fuck for a free bottle”) place and got out of control at times. I’m glad it’s gone (I live near it of course) but I’m also wondering what’s happening to the building - it’s falling apart and is basically a home for pigeons. PS - an old woman I knew on Fillmore Place used to know an old woman that lived on the 2nd or 3rd floor of that building. They used to have a system telling each other everything was OK at night. I think she said that the woman there used to leave the bathroom light on at night. If it was off, then all was not OK…

on 05.10.07 Sarah commented:

That is an amazing story about those two old women! It got me thinking about how people used to have use more physical ways to communicate. Nowadays if I go out with my girlfriends and part ways, we text each other when we get home. It’s so easy to check in with someone. I wonder what it was like for that woman to live above the stinger? Hopefully she was a one-time patron as well as a neighbor.

on 05.22.07 Omar commented:

I distinctly remember the old Stinger Club: the old red leather banquets, the dense smoke-filled air, the random mix of people that filtered in and out. Nice for a drink during the week. Atrocious during the weekend! Across of my favorite New York club of all time: Luxx, Larry Tee’s naughty litlle party. Reminds me of when I lived southside. Ahh, the old days. I really miss those days.