Go meet Valerie Simpson, writer of those songs, the ‘Simpson’ in Ashford and Simpson, owner of the Sugar Bar.
Nick Ashford died in 2011, but Valerie is often at the bar over which hangs a portrait of her husband. A time or two I have sat beside and talked to her when things are slow.
The bar features Soul, R&B, and jazz, all played by musicians who also play gigs in other clubs and on Broadway. It’s said that even Stevie Wonder played here after a Radio City Music Hall gig.
Sometimes there is an eight piece R&B band — 2 horns, 2 guitars, drums, keyboard and 2 backup singers.
The club is small and busy. Many patrons stand at the bar, blocking the passageway to your right. You’ll have to press your way through. At the bar I met a professor from Columbia University, a teacher of Swahili, now an acquaintance. He drinks his beer from a martini glass. He is easy to spot because his dreadlocks reach the floor.
All tables have a good view of the tiny stage. Order crispy chicken, or from a menu of at fish, pork chops, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, and lots of southern American cooking options. Anything I have ordered, especially the chicken, has been really good.
I love how patrons whoop, holler and dance when the band finds a groove, which is pretty much always.