Reviving this thread. I so wish someone had bought T-Water and fixed it up. So many memories of 5 stays there...Joy Cooper in security...Earl...Lionel and Spike at the bar...Paul the young kid who made my husband banana milkshakes when he had a stomach bug and couldn't get anything else down...Lloyd making his baskets and selling sugar cane at the bar. The sweet doggie with the abcess on her neck who took up residence on our patio one trip...Miss Bea's great breakfasts. It was a place where my husband was happiest and with him being gone now I wish I could scatter/bury his ashes there...but will find someplace else to do it.

Favorite story: There was one year when a fellow named Wayne Sharp was the chef. He was terrific; the food that year was unbelievably good. He came to NYC that fall and we took him to a Greek restaurant. He'd never been to a place like this and asked for plain rice which they wouldn't give him because it wasn't on the menu (it was kind of a snooty Greek restaurant). The waiter thought he was a real pain until he let slip that he was a chef in Jamaica. Well. Suddenly it was all smiles, and free wine, and tastings of all kinds of things. Then we went down to Little Italy to Caffe Reggio for cappuccinos. It was a wonderful time. The next year we went back to the T-Water and he was no longer there. I don't know where he ended up. The happiest memories I have of all the years my husband and I were together were those stays at T-Water. He really felt at home there.