At Check Point Charlie, beer flowed, billiard balls clacked, and punk music blared under the glow of red neon lights long after moonlight faded and sunrise crept through the windows most mornings.
Time didn’t exist inside. That was the late Igor Margan’s vision when he opened the gritty New Orleans dive in 1989. He wanted it to be a refuge where “you can come in here and spend days without ever needing to leave,” he said.
At the edge of Faubourg Marigny, Check Point Charlie quickly etched itself into the city’s nightlife because of its 24-hour concept blended with cheap drinks, alternative bands and a laundromat that hummed in the back. That familiar scene came to an end last month, when the bar went dark after the building was sold…