It’s just a street. And it’s not even as nice-looking of a street as some of the others we encountered while walking around the West Village. There’s an alley behind a nearby Mexican restaurant that’s much more picturesque—like something that’s been frozen in time since the 1880s. But it hasn’t, of course. That Mexican restaurant, Panchito’s, wasn’t even there in Dylan’s time. It was a different establishment then: a café called The Fat Black Pussycat, where Dylan reportedly wrote “Blowin’ In The Wind” in 10 minutes one afternoon.Here's a blog post of mine from exactly last year about what Panchito's did to The Fat Black Pussycat. I also looked for a photo of The Fat Black Pussycat that I'm sure I must have taken back when I was living in NYC 4 years ago. I didn't find it, but I found this:
July 9, 2012
"... that casual passersby would never know that anything special had happened there.