I just received a text message that Cain is closing. This breaks my heart because Cain was very special to me. In the early 2000s, I was a recreational clubber. I hung out at Vela, Avalon, Pink Elephant (back when it was on 8th Avenue) and the backroom of Lotus.
It wasn’t until I had a meeting with Matthew Isaacs and Jordan Harris, of the Bloc Group, on a Wednesday night at Cain, that nightlife went from being my hobby to being my life. And about a year later, also on a Wednesday at Cain, the idea of ChiChi212.com was born.
The time when 27th street reigned supreme, was one of the best periods of my life. Running back and forth between Marquee, Cain, Pink Elephant and ending the night at Bungalow 8, was always the plan and I had no desire to deviate from it.
I remember the opening of B.E.D., Home and Guesthouse. And I also remember the closing of B.E.D., Home and Guesthouse. Lives were lost on that block, as well as wallets, significant others and dignity.
I said it once and I’ll say it again: 27th street was like a body. Bungalow 8 was the brain, Marquee was the heart, Cain and Pink Elephant were the right and left lungs, and all the other clubs were organs that could easily be replaced via transplant if necessary.
27th street has been brain dead for quite some time and then it had trouble breathing. But now it is officially dead.. And I am heartbroken.
It lasted way past its prime but Cain was one of my favorites, and it always will be.