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    A Tide Turns At the Seaport

    by Carl Glassman

    For many years, the empty, weathered warehouses on Front Street and around the corner on Peck Slip—seaport denizens since the beginning of the 19th century—have been standing, just barely, waiting to be saved.

    Some couldn’t hold on. Facades peeled away to the ground. Roofs fell in. But for those that remain, their fronts netted to catch crumbling brick, hope lies in the plans of developers Zuberry Associates and Sciame Construction to preserve this important block of the old fish market.

    The buildings, some dating to 1798, lie in the South Street Seaport Historic District. Architect Richard Cook, whose diverse projects range from P.S./I.S. 89 to the Caroline apartments at 23rd Street and Sixth Avenue and an office tower at 360 Madison Ave., presented the $48 million project to the Landmarks Preservation Commission on April 1. In a rare action, the commission approved the project, en masse, at the first hearing. The plans call for restoring 11 buildings and constructing three new ones, creating a total of nearly 100 rental apartments.

    Funding is aided by preservation tax credits and federally financed Liberty Bonds, meant to promote the revival of Lower Manhattan.

    The city-owned properties, which the developers can purchase only after city approvals, have languished for 20 years as the Economic Development Corp. tried to orchestrate their redevelopment.

    In 1988, the city agreed to lease the buildings to Metropolis Group, but that company never moved forward with their development plans, leading to a long legal battle. In 1997, the city won back the development rights to the block and three years later selected Bohn Fiore Inc. as the new developer. But the company failed to get financing and the city removed them from the project in 2001.

    Last May, the EDC chose Sciame and Zuberry, with the support of neighborhood residents and Community Board 1. But in the meantime, several buildings have been lost and others are perilously close to collapse. One is so hazardous that the developers and architect have yet to see the inside.

    *“These are in such horrible condition. There’s something romantic about that,” said Cook, as he inspected the interior of one of the Front Street buildings last month, his path lit by bulbs recently strung from the rafters. Large unsafe sections of the floors were cordoned off by yellow tape.

    Unlike the warehouses of Tribeca, built some 80 years later, the ceilings of these old seaport buildings are low, and the wood is, as Cook puts it, “another degree of ancient.” He wants to preserve the feeling of antiquity by keeping the patina of peeling paint and turning existing remnants such as wooden columns into sculptural elements.

    During this visit, he discovers a giant wheel on the top floor, part of the building’s timber-framed hoist. He asks Zuberry’s Anthony Zunino, who accompanies him, if he can incorporate it in the apartment plan, maybe as part of the breakfast nook.

    “Sure,” Zunino says.

    Cook smiles. “So that’s okay? You could do that? Great. A decision.”

    Cook’s romance with the seaport extends to the new buildings he has designed there. The plan for 24 Peck Slip includes canopy cables on the facade that suggest the rigging of a sailing ship. But its contemporary lines are not meant to resemble neighboring buildings.

    “We’re hoping that [the design] speaks more about these ghosts of the South Street Seaport than the specifics of lintels and mullions and bricks and mortar,” he says.

    Cook says the presence of those seaport ghosts—salty remnants of the city’s early maritime history—helps drive this complex project and, one day, will bring people to live there.

    “This is the real stuff,” he says. “You can literally smell it in the air.”

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    Save as many as you possibly can!!!!!

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    July 3, 2003

    Development in a Historic District: New Life on a Street Left for Dead


    These are the very streets that Melville wrote about," said Richard A. Cook of Cook + Fox Architects. "A land that time forgot."

    Not just time. One developer after another has forgotten a pungent, poignant stretch of Front Street in Lower Manhattan, rather than try to weave new buildings among landmark 19th-century brick counting houses.

    Undaunted, a group including Frank J. Sciame Jr. of Sciame Development, an experienced builder in the South Street Seaport Historic District, and F. Anthony Zunino III and Richard S. Berry of Zuberry Associates, bought the properties last week and closed on a $46.3 million Liberty Bond.

    They plan to rehabilitate 11 historical buildings on Front Street and Peck Slip and construct three new buildings, creating 96 rental apartments, 18,750 square feet of small-scale retail space and a 3,500-square foot maritime center.

    The new buildings will rise on what are now vacant lots. Work will begin this month and should be finished in less than a year and a half, Mr. Sciame said.

    Through abstract references, the new buildings are meant to pay homage to the maritime past. A shallow V-shaped roof atop 213 Front Street will conjure a whale fluke. Timber slats at 24 and 36 Peck Slip will evoke the ships that moored there when the slip was a waterfront berth.

    "We talked a lot about things that were relevant but no longer tangible," Mr. Cook said, describing the existing buildings, some of which date to the early 1800's, as being in "a romantic state of collapse."

    To which Mr. Berry, so drained by the closing earlier that day that he could no longer legibly form his own signature, said, "How romantic is that?"

    Actually, romantic enough that historical layers will be preserved. "This will be like no other place to live," Mr. Zunino said. Exhibit A: even after renovation, 225 Front Street will still be encrusted with the fading remnants of hand-painted signs for "House of Fillet," "Mild Cure" and "Salmon."

    Rents are expected to range from $2,000 to $2,500 a month for one-bedroom apartments with 648 to 975 square feet of space, and $3,500 to $4,000 a month for two-bedroom units with 989 to 1,218 square feet. Interest on the bonds, issued by the state's Housing Finance Agency, are exempt from taxes under the $8 billion Liberty Bond program for redeveloping Lower Manhattan.

    Andrew M. Alper, president of the city's Economic Development Corporation, which sold the properties for $5 million, said through a spokeswoman that the developers had "extensive experience in completing similar challenging projects," noting Mr. Sciame's rehabilitation of 247 and 273 Water Street. Since their tentative designation last summer, Sciame and Zuberry have been joined by the Durst Organization.

    The developers have chosen to build considerably less floor area — 147,383 square feet in total — than zoning rules would have allowed.

    That was one reason Community Board 1 was "thrilled" by the project, said its chairwoman, Madelyn Wils. "It needed to be a labor of love more than a labor for profit," she said. "These buildings have fallen apart over the last 15 years."

    The Landmarks Preservation Commission approved the project in April after a single hearing. Reflecting on the years of stop-and-go projects, Roberta Brandes Gratz, a commission member, said: "Sometimes delay works for the better. I can't imagine a better plan."

    Copyright 2003 The New York Times Company

    (Edited by Christian Wieland at 3:05 pm on July 3, 2003)

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    New South Street Seaport Museum

    (Edited by Christian Wieland at 3:03 pm on July 3, 2003)

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    South Street Seaport Museum:
    Exhibit of the Port of New York

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    October 2, 2003

    Where a Fresh-Caught Fish Is the Best Neighbor


    Slide Show: A Sense of Old New York

    THERE are several ways to consider the fish smell that hangs over the stone-paved streets by the Fulton Fish Market in Lower Manhattan. One is as a seasonal calendar, its pungency changing with the tides and temperature.

    On a wind-swept block near the market the other day, Gary Fagin, 51, offered a different take. Mr. Fagin, a musician, has lived near the market since 1986, and some neighbors refer to him as Mayor. He described the aroma as a kind of protective talisman that shields the tiny neighborhood of 19th-century brick warehouses against the invading forces of New York real estate.

    "Tourists don't like the smell of the fish market," he said. "Wall Street traders tend to want newer buildings with more amenities. So what you have is a close, tight little community of people who are drawn to this."

    He paused. The Fulton Fish Market, which has been in operation since 1822, is moving to the Bronx, probably before the end of next year.

    "It's the end of a history," said Nicole Bilu Brier, who lives with her husband, Greg Brier, and their 4-month-old son, Flynn, in a converted icehouse on Front Street. An ancient iron safe, too heavy to move, occupies one corner of their floor-through loft; they use it as a liquor cabinet. The market's aroma was no comfort when she was pregnant, Ms. Brier said, but it keeps the rents down. "We like the seediness of the neighborhood," she said. "There's fewer and fewer places like this."

    To the untrained nose, the air carried notes of Atlantic coastal breeze, deep-water seafood and F.D.R. Drive exhaust.

    In a pocket community distinguished by its resistance to change, the market's departure is just one shoe dropping. In June the city sold a strip of 11 abandoned buildings and vacant space to a developer for $5 million, to be turned into 96 rental apartments and retail space. After renovation, the 11 buildings will retain their low-slung 19th-century exteriors. The fish market site is part of a city-owned stretch of waterfront being considered for redevelopment, extending from the Whitehall Ferry Terminal to Pier 40 at the foot of Houston Street, according to Janel Patterson, a spokeswoman for the New York City Economic Development Corporation. Plans for the two fish market buildings, one with landmark status, are not yet settled, Ms. Patterson said. Private fish companies are also expected to vacate a number of commercial buildings across South Street.

    The 38 acres that the New York City Landmarks Commission designated as the South Street Seaport Historic District in 1977 make up one of the oldest neighborhoods in New York, and at the right hour one of the most robust. The district, which includes the fish market, hugs the waterfront from John Street to Dover Street, anchored at the foot of Fulton Street by a mall of restaurants and stores. At last unofficial count the district had 200 to 250 residents, clustered in 15 or 20 buildings on 11 very unsquare blocks. Many residents are involved in the arts.

    By day the streets are almost empty. But by night, in the hours of the fisherman's breakfast — a delicate repast of eggs, hash browns, bacon, kippers, toast and whiskey — armies of union workers stack 200-pound groupers along busy slips and salt the night air with baroque cursing that would make you believe the fish still come and go on ships. (Now trucks do the job.) On the uneven stone streets, these reefer trucks make a racket that could suck the sleep from the dead.

    Mr. Brier, who owns a SoHo lounge called Groovejet, said he likes going home in the middle of the night to a neighborhood in full motion. "What you see between 1 a.m. and 7 a.m. is absolutely amazing," he said. "There'll be fires in the trash and a guy with a gaff hook in a seven-foot swordfish. The integrity of the neighborhood is funky and cool. We don't want it to get too cleaned up." The inconveniences of the neighborhood, he said, "we hope will keep away the people we don't like."

    The Briers said that when they moved from Chelsea last year, they were promised rent subsidies under a federal program to attract residents to Lower Manhattan after the Sept. 11 attacks. Mr. Brier said they had not seen any money yet, but were enjoying other advantages of the neighborhood. Since the move, he has photographed the Brooklyn Bridge every day. "You really feel part of the water here," he said.

    IN these transitional weeks between late summer and early fall, the streets feel languorously cut off from the bustle of the financial district or the tourist activity of the harbor and the mall. The scale is small, the action slow. The handmade brick on the buildings turns a soft pink in the afternoon light. At dusk, from the outdoor tables at Quartino, a Ligurian restaurant that opened on Peck Slip in 2000, the tall buildings of the financial district rise over the neighborhood like the illuminated screen of a drive-in movie.

    Painted signs peeling from warehouse facades announce businesses long forgotten. Above a Beekman Street coffee shop called Pepper Jones, a sign for Meyer's Brand advertises fresh, salt and something-ed fish. The shop's owners recently announced plans to leave the city. ("A disaster," said one neighbor. "It's the neighborhood living room," said another.) The owners bought the building in 1997 for $450,000; after a $582,000 renovation, they said they hope to sell it for $2.25 million.

    The people in the district have for 20 years fought a developer's plans to build a residential tower of up to 43 stories in the district; in April, the City Council rezoned the area to prohibit buildings over 120 feet.

    Though some, like Mr. Fagin, welcome the prospect of new neighbors in the renovated buildings, they fear that the fish market, now the most distinctive element of the neighborhood, will be replaced by generic stores like those on Fulton Street — or worse, a giant hotel that would block their views of the river.

    Richard Sack, an independent real estate agent whose office is on Front Street, said that the few co-ops or condominiums in the neighborhood sell for $700,000 to $1.8 million; rental apartments bring about $2,000 for a small loft to $6,000 for a large one. With the fish market leaving, he said, new residents and businesses are eager to buy in. He said he hoped the retail development coming to his block would not follow the mall on Fulton Street, whose stores, including J. Crew and Brookstone, might be anywhere. "How high do rents have to go before the only people who can afford it are Häagen-Dazs?" he asked.

    Rob Barocci, a cinematographer who lives in a rented loft on Water Street with his wife, Angie Day, a novelist, said he is already feeling a pre-emptive "nostalgic sense of loss" for the fish market.

    The loft bears subtle reminders of its warehouse roots, including steel pillars covered in red bricks. Most of the neighbors are artists or architects. The market, Mr. Barocci said, was part of what attracted him to the neighborhood. "I had an office in the meatpacking district, and that connection to old New York is already gone," he said. "What I love about the fish market is that it's one of the last vestiges of New York as a working city."

    Like the autumn light, the gauze of memory and historic preservation can play tricks among these weathered streets. As is often the case, historic preservation here feels like a seductive oxymoron. The movement of history — of boom and decay, not to mention organized crime — is precisely what advocates would like to preserve the neighborhood from, as if history were a moment and not a sweep of motion.

    For many in the seaport, historic preservation blurs with autobiography: you worry over the old buildings not to preserve the past, but to preserve the present, before the unknown arrives — or more precisely, to preserve the present's relationship to the past. It is the present, after all, that is slipping away.

    Yet history is nothing if not the process of change, and change is nothing without the force of rot. For much of its two centuries plus, the history of the seaport community has been one of cyclical decline and, in downtimes, abandonment.

    In his classic 1952 New Yorker article about the seaport, "Up in the Old Hotel," Joseph Mitchell quoted the owner of Sloppy Louie's restaurant, formerly on Front Street, about the building's past. "The Fulton Ferry Hotel lasted 45 years," said the restaurateur, Louis Morino, "but it only had about 20 good years; the rest was downhill." (At the risk of giving myself away, I know how the hotel feels.) For Mitchell, as for the neighborhood, this was not an aberration but the rhythm of port history: one day you're grand, the next you're a flophouse for low characters.

    In a loft building on Front Street, opposite the strip of buildings being renovated, Kit White, 52, remembered a more complicated past. When he moved to the neighborhood in 1974, following the lead of the artists Robert Indiana and Mark di Suvero, the landmarks commission had only recently spared it from demolition by the developer Atlas-McGrath. Most of the buildings were shuttered and rotting from the inside. With another artist, he bought one of those wrecks in 1977 for $45,000. The wise guys who played cards across the street assumed that Mr. White and his partner were a police surveillance team until they saw how hard the artists labored at renovation, Mr. White said.

    Though friends thought he had left civilization, he said, before the United States Attorney's office cracked down on organized crime in the market in the early 1980's the neighborhood had no street crime. Sea gulls clamored around fish carcasses in the mornings; he collected the shells of clams they dropped on his terrace. There was only one cigarette machine in the neighborhood, so the artists, fishmongers and wise guys all lived in each other's orbits.

    "New York just gets more and more sanitized," he said. "Things are more convenient, but it takes away a lot of the grit and the sensory experience." With his wife, Andrea Barnet, a writer, he found the neighborhood ideal for raising their daughter, Pippa, now 17. "It's like a small town, and the rest of Manhattan doesn't exist," he said.

    Halloween remains the highlight of the year, he said, because you can see everybody in the neighborhood and visit every home.

    Pippa was one of a handful of babies who were born in the neighborhood within a few months of each other and who grew up together. "I think I learned about the neighborhood most from Halloween," she said.

    Father and daughter are both taking the loss of Pepper Jones like a tragedy in the family.

    "I have been fighting for 25 years to save buildings in the neighborhood," Mr. White said, including the 11 buildings recently sold for development. "I have more than a little ambivalence now, because I know it will change the neighborhood."

    "I don't know what it's going to feel like," he added. "Maybe the character will remain intact, and it will continue to attract the kind of person drawn to it now."

    IN Mitchell's "Up in the Old Hotel," the owner of Sloppy Louie's enlists the writer to take an old elevator up to explore the Fulton Ferry Hotel, which has been sealed up for as long as the restaurant has been downstairs. After a few dusty minutes Louie has seen enough. "Sin, death, dust, old empty rooms, old empty whiskey bottles, old empty bureau drawers," he says. "Come on, pull the rope faster! Pull it faster! Let's get out of this."

    The nostalgia of old places is comforting because it conjures a time without surprises. But real engagement with the past, as Sloppy Louie realizes, can be a fright.

    Under the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge, Mr. Fagin unlocked a small lot that the neighborhood had reclaimed as a community garden. He said he was not afraid of gentrification but rather "the quaintification of history."

    The Brooklyn Bridge, which opened to traffic in 1883, first signaled the doom of the old Fulton Ferry Hotel, which lost its saloon trade as people no longer needed the ferries to get across the river. As for Sloppy Louie's, it is now an outpost of the Heartland Brewery chain, its business tied to the spotty rhythms of the tourist trade. A paradox of the seaport area is that it lacks a good seafood restaurant.

    Mr. White said he did not know what he wanted to happen in the market's place. This time the residents are not fighting a developer or a zoning law. "We're all just in mourning," he said. "There isn't much room for fighting this."

    Jack from Monte's Seafood at the Fulton Fish Market shovels ice while waiting for customers at 3 a.m.

    Copyright 2003 The New York Times Company

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    I can't wait untill they move the fish market, the smell is too much especially in the Summer.

    After the fish market leaves that area is going to boom, it kind of reminds me of Old Montreal. I think Old Montreal is a good case study to look at when developing old neighborhoods like this, more sidewalk cafes maybe some street vendors and performers.

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    I don't know. I kind of like the market. I live on Front Street- not the block pictured- and it took me a little while to adjust to the truck noise at night (the fish market's hours are midnight to morning) but I like the juxtoposition of a real working neighborhood as a contrast to the touristy gaack on Fulton St. and the lonely suburban mall of Pier 17.

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    Better idea, knock down the whole area and develop real middle income housing and office space

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    The fish market should be redeveloped for artist housing and galleries. There should be NO MORE CHAINS in the area.

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    April 3, 2004


    That Smell? Fish and Sweat, Fading Into a Sanitized Future


    THE mounds of tuna piled upon the cobblestones. The fire barrels aglow upon the piers. The wooden hand carts, bearing the carved names of their owners. The pavement, wet, always wet. And the men: loaders and unloaders, wholesalers and salesmen, wise guys and tough guys, journeymen and family men.

    More than 20 years ago, a slight young woman named Barbara Mensch ventured one block east from her Water Street apartment, into the testosterone-charged air of the Fulton Fish Market.

    Knowing that the city and developers had this ancient stretch of South Street squarely in their sights, she packed her Rolleiflex camera and her tape recorder, and set out to capture a way of life that had been marked to die.

    Night after night, in the gloom beneath the Franklin D. Roosevelt Drive, she chronicled what she could, from the face of Vinnie the Bone - a fillet man - to the syntax of a closed world ("Livin' down in the fish market has always been a beautiful thing to my opinion."). Finally, in 1985, she published a book of photographs and oral history with an appropriately wistful title: "The Last Waterfront."

    Ms. Mensch moved on to other projects - including marriage, childbirth, and divorce - but she never moved away. She still lives on the top floor of that old sausage factory on Water Street. She still breathes in the Melvillian air. And she still bears witness to the gradual crushing of Manhattan's fishmonger culture.

    The city has long maintained that the South Street operation is so antiquated that New York might one day lose its wholesale seafood industry. That is why the market will move within the year to Hunts Point in the Bronx - a world in its own right, but not South Street.

    Meanwhile, developers continue to convert the neighborhood's old buildings into luxury residences for people rich enough to afford a dockworker's strut. And consultants for the city continue to sketch out a new waterfront.

    Of course, they will have to work around the market's Tin Building, a landmark that has been there, in one form or another, since forever.

    Ms. Mensch, 51 now, walked through the neighborhood the other day, pointing out what was, and what is. Here was a smokehouse; now a residence. Here was Mr. Blumenfeld's rag business; now a residence. Here was Sloppy Louie's, a classic waterfront dive; now a wholesome brewpub.

    Here, on the corner of South Street and Peck Slip, was the rough-and-tumble Paris bar, with Meyer's Hotel upstairs. The first night of her fish market expedition, a scar-faced man cursed her out the door, but not before Mike the bartender whispered that she should come back in the morning. He understood the need to capture what was slipping away.

    The Paris, long since cleansed of its grappling-hook ambience, caters now to tourists and college students.

    And Mike, long since gone, remains vivid in one of Ms. Mensch's photographs, cigarette in hand, staring into the distance as if reading the future.

    The photographer brooded as she walked. "Now I look at this place, and it's like death to me," she said. "There's nothing living."

    Ms. Mensch knows that she is not exactly Molly Malone; she grew up in Brooklyn, attended Hunter College and works as an artist.

    She also knows that she can sound as though she is waxing nostalgic for good old days that were not always so good. Should we yearn for the days of mob control? Of violence? Of men on the docks saying the foulest things imaginable to a young woman with a camera?

    No, of course not, she said. And, yes, of course, change is inevitable.

    WHAT bothers her is this encroaching homogenization, this gradual separation of the city's present from its past - as if Vinnie the Bone were carving bone from meat. South Street and its fish market evoke the earliest days of Manhattan Island: open-air stalls; a commerce based on halibut and shrimp, crabs and blues; and the salt-scented air uniting city dwellers with the open water.

    "Everything is discarded; nothing has value," Ms. Mensch continued. "And what is put in its place? It's what we're replacing these things with that bothers me."

    As she spoke, the uniqueness of this "historic district" in Lower Manhattan seemed to melt away, like ice chips falling on fish market pavement. Suddenly, the South Street Seaport became indistinguishable from Faneuil Hall in Boston, the Inner Harbor in Baltimore, the rest of it. Novelties on cobblestones, nothing more.

    Ms. Mensch is planning a second book, a kind of sequel, tentatively called "A South Street Story." She plans to be there, camera in hand, when the last fish flops.

    Copyright 2004 The New York Times Company

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    Nice little piece on the new fish market...

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    Fulton Market Looks Forward to Bronx Dawns


    Published: March 23, 2005

    T IS easy to become sentimental about the Fulton Fish Market as you tour it in its final weeks, in its 184th year. Arrive at daybreak, when the sky is turning pink beyond the Brooklyn Bridge, and you have found a forgotten city. Salesmen with gaff hooks engraved with their nicknames hoist silver fish over their shoulders, shouting orders. Journeymen cart boxes through clouds of their own frozen breath. Hire-by-night laborers huddle around bonfires, looking for warmth and work.

    On June 10, said George Maroulis, Fulton's market manager, this will all be a memory like pushcarts on Hester Street. By then the hawkers and squawkers will leave their home by the harbor for the Hunts Point Market in the Bronx and a squeaky-clean box of a building, as long as the Empire State Building is tall. There, arrows on the floor will direct a fleet of new battery-operated forklifts past neat vendor stalls flanking a central corridor, with sinks, floor drains and other instruments of government-regulated food safety. A bland Costco to Fulton's choreographed chaos.

    For Fulton merchants like Frank Minio, though, the move, which was first scheduled for Jan. 15, cannot come quickly enough. While per capita seafood consumption in the United States climbed almost 10 percent between 1999 and 2003, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, wholesalers here say business has held steady at best.

    "It became in vogue not to buy at Fulton," Mr. Minio said, standing in a dank, noirishly lighted room at Smitty's Fillet House, where two men and a woman filleted fish with thin curved knives. "If you see a picture of this, you think, I don't want my fish from there."

    Mr. Minio, a son of Smitty and an owner, beamed as he described his new fillet station, with Marlite walls and the latest ice technology from Europe, which covers fish in salt-water slush. Not the kind of place you would expect to find Johnny Dirtyface, Smitty's legendary filleter, who famously treated a knife wound with half a bottle of whiskey from Carmine's bar and drank the rest before resuming his shad-cutting marathon.

    The new market's improvements, including constant refrigeration, larger storage facilities and faster unloading, will make it easier for Mr. Minio to maintain the quality of his hand-filleted fish, "a dying art," he said. Unlike the more uniform machine fillets from production houses "over the road" in New Bedford, Mass., hand cuts are packaged without sodium tripolyphosphate, which retains moisture and preserves appearance. "It kills the flavor," Mr. Minio added.

    Mr. Maroulis, hired to manage the fish market after running the Hunts Point Produce Market for six years, estimated that more than 4.5 million pounds of fish moves through Fulton each week, making it the largest fish market in this hemisphere. But its dinosaur looks and lumpen reputation have been scaring away business.

    "I don't like the way they treat fish down there," said Cornelius Gallagher, the chef at Oceana. "It will have gaff marks. It will be all bruised up. The flesh won't be consistent." In a race to land the best fish, most chefs buy from suppliers, many based outside of Fulton, who in turn buy most of their fish directly from boats or brokers.

    Large companies have also bought direct. "A.&P. used to be down here, Food Fair used to be down here," said Robert Kirby - Blue Eyes to his colleagues - a soft-spoken salesman who has worked for Joseph H. Carter at the market for 40 years. "Now they've cut the market out altogether."

    His office, a wooden shack the size of a roomy outhouse, flanks a pier where boats used to unload their catches. The last, according to "The Official Fulton Fish Market Cookbook" by Bruce Beck (Dutton, 1989), was a scallop boat called the Felicia in 1979. Now trucks haul in fish from auctions in the Northeast, wharves and airports around the country.

    Still, some of New York's best seafood chefs are loyal to Fulton, and dealers like Pierless Fish - which supplies Oceana and Chanterelle, among others - shop there to fill gaps and maintain relationships.

    "We work exclusively with Blue Ribbon" at the market, said Eric Ripert, the chef at Le Bernardin. That morning, David Samuels, Blue Ribbon's owner, was shopping for Mr. Ripert. "I know what they want, I know what they use it for," he said. "The fish has to be so good for the way they prepare it."

    Mr. Samuels hovered over a batch of glossy pink Apalachicola shrimp. "Fresh," he said. "Never been frozen. And believe it or not, that's very rare for shrimp." A salesman grabbed one with a gloved hand and bit into it raw. They were destined for the restaurant Jean Georges.

    Mr. Samuels said picky chefs have raised the standard of seafood over the years. He said Gilbert Le Coze, the charismatic founder of Le Bernardin, even cooked for him to demonstrate the fresh imperative. He wistfully recalled a sea urchin soup speckled with roe.

    Le Coze never asked prices, and as a result Mr. Samuels paid more for fresher fish. "He took the whole industry to a new level. He took us to a new level."

    Wholesalers today are paying top dollar for shipping, packaging and piscatorial buzzwords like "day boat" fish (guaranteed fresher than catches from boats that fish for days at a time) and "line caught" (which does not damage the fish or its ecosystem).

    But, Mr. Samuels said, most of his business is less pampered. "For every red snapper or sea bass, we sell 100 pounds of whiting, porgies, things people never heard of."

    Of whiting, the inexpensive cousin of cod sold in fry shops, he added, "It's a wonderful fish." David Pasternack, the chef of the seafood shrine Esca and of the new Bistro du Vent, puts it on the menu when it is abundant in local waters, about now.

    Many seasonal and imported fish land on menus as a result of market visits from chefs and their buyers. Today's dizzying selection of imported fish is a result of quotas placed on American fish to protect and replenish their populations as well as of the market's shift toward Caribbean, Asian and Russian customers.

    To demonstrate the flavor of new-to-market fish, fishmongers have been known to serve samples. When Danny Feig and his colleague, Ronnie Breyer, were importing clams from New Zealand, they made a stew called "giambot." In Italian that means the kitchen sink, Mr. Breyer said, because it also contained shrimp, whitefish and anything else they needed to get rid of.

    Other soups followed - chowders, even chili - and became as popular with other fishmongers as with market customers. "It got out of hand," said Mr. Breyer, bundled in four layers, an earring glinting under his hood, recalling the 70 gallons he carted from home every week in the late 1990's.

    Recipes are used as selling points, too, especially among the market's increasingly diverse population. "When I first started, I was the only Puerto Rican doing what I'm doing," said Ziggy Galarza, a salesman at Fair Fish for 23 years.

    He threw a four-foot silver-skinned kingfish, which he calls by its Spanish name, sierra, onto a scale, and said he tells his boss to order extra during Lent - the market's busiest season - because families like his "eat this fish cold, pickled, in escabeche."

    In many ways food is the tie that binds this market together. "Customers bring food down here," said Naima Rauam, a watercolorist who has painted the market since 1965 and will rent space from Mr. Samuels at the new market. "There are parties. Everyone mingles."

    "When Sloppy Louie's was still in business, the fishmongers would go there at the breakfast hour, and they would take a piece of fish that they'd eyed over the course of the night," she recalled over the phone. Until 1998, when Sloppy Louie's closed, its cook would prepare fish to their specifications.

    The market has historically sold to anyone willing to brave it. During the 1940's the Works Progress Administration sponsored radio broadcasts from there, which began "Good morning, housewives," and ended with cooking tips for fish in season.

    Annie, who has peddled papers and cigarettes at the market for more than 50 years (and won't reveal her last name), says Fulton still feeds the neighborhood. "The old Jewish women smell the fish, put it in a bag," she said of shoppers from the Lower East Side. "They want fresh cod."

    But Janel Patterson, the spokeswoman for the Economic Development Corporation, said the new market "will be a regulated, secured entry." Buyers will have to pass a guarded checkpoint off Food Center Drive in an industrial zone crowded with trucks and pay a fee to enter. (Fishmongers say they will give Annie a lift or hire her a car.)

    Klara Trofimova, a home cook from the Bronx, has been buying fish for her family at Fulton for six years. "I like this view, I like this smell," she said around midnight at the M. Slavin & Sons stall, after picking a 16-pound salmon her husband intended to cure with salt. "I don't know about the Bronx."

    The new market may still be as much of a bargain as the old one, where last week you could have scored hake from Maine for $2 a pound and a bag of 150 local cherrystone clams for $25, along with culinary tips.

    "You put three tablespoons of olive oil in the bottom of the pot with three cloves of fresh garlic," Blue Eyes began his clam sauce recipe, which he makes for his wife, Lynne Kirby. Mr. Kirby said he will try out the new market but is counting down the days until retirement in a year and a half.

    Carter is one of the 43 wholesalers moving north and filling the new market to capacity. The handful remaining are either moving elsewhere or going out of business.

    And no one is quite sure what will be left behind. General Growth Properties, the developer that last year bought the Rouse Corporation, which owned Pier 17, holds lease options on half the market buildings.

    Meanwhile, importers like Mr. Feig undeterred by the move, look for the next big fish. Some once-offbeat varieties have been crossover hits, like the yellowtail snapper he started importing in 1987. Others, like parrotfish, which he recalls hauling back from Antigua in dripping wet suitcases in 1985, are popular only with Caribbean shoppers.

    Mr. Feig is banking on an Amazonian beauty called tambaqui, which, he said, eats berries and tastes like pork. Peacock bass, a wild species cultivated in Brazil, can hit big, too. And, he has his eye on the next frontier.

    "Africa," he whispered. "It's an untapped source."

    The fish sellers will move to the Hunts Point Market in the Bronx in June.(Left)
    The Fulton Fish Market on the East River bustles with predawn action. (Right)

    Photos by Jennifer S. Altman for The New York Times

    Copyright 2005 The New York Times Company

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    Fish market move delayed for 4th time this year

    by Catherine Tymkiw
    September 01, 2005

    The long-awaited move of New York City’s historic fish market to the Bronx from Lower Manhattan has been delayed for the fourth time this year, according to a spokeswoman for the Economic Development Corp.

    Roughly 50 wholesalers are scheduled to move to the new 450,000-square-foot Hunts Point Food Distribution Center from South Street in mid to late September. The move already has been pushed back three times, most recently to July from June.

    The latest delays stemmed from the wholesalers’ need to customize their spaces, EDC spokeswoman Janel Patterson said.

    “It’s a whole new ballgame for them,” said Ms. Patterson. Wholesalers are adjusting to being responsible for maintenance of the entire building and are getting used to a security system, which they don’t have in their present location, she said. “It’s a lot of adjustment.”

    The facility, dubbed the New Fulton Fish Market, is expected to provide 700 jobs and about $1 billion in economic activity to the Bronx. The existing Manhattan space is expected to be redeveloped.

    ©2005 Crain Communications Inc.

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