Ladies and gentlemen, the end of an era has arrived. Windjammer Motor Inn has perished, and in its place stands… uh… Lyghthouse Inn (3206 Emmons Avenue). Yeah, that’s a “Y”. We don’t get it either.
(Actually, after looking through our archives we remembered the owner’s name is Terrence Lyght. Get it?!)
According to the clerks at the Comfort Inn next door, Windjammer made the change just last week. They couldn’t tell me why, and I wasn’t willing to go into Lyghthouse to ask; I have severe allergic reactions to gonorrhea and desperation.
As one observer put it, “It’s really the youth who will miss out. ‘I lost my virginity at the Lyghthouse’ just doesn’t sound the same.”
Requiescat in pace, Windjammer. You will be missed.
Anyone have memories to share?
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ahhhh the memories of the Windjammer!
LOL
The first time I did cocaine off of a $20 hooker's ass was at the windjammer.
My first overdose was in room 121…ahhhhhh the memories!
I have memories but I will not share.LOL
I've heard too many stories about the Windjammer. I''ve always been amazed that it wasn't accidentally burned to the ground.
I was 16 when I first (and last) went here….my ex boyfriend was contemplating leaving Brooklyn for good to go Wisconsin and , while waiting for his Amtrak train to leave…he didn't go and out of his frustration ….instead…he took me to the Windjammer (true story)….lol…..stayed there for a few hours and was scared to death of the mirrors on the walls and plastic sheets….
Survived….obviously
I was 16 when I first (and last) went here….my ex boyfriend was contemplating leaving Brooklyn for good to go Wisconsin and , while waiting for his Amtrak train to leave…he didn't go and out of his frustration ….instead…he took me to the Windjammer (true story)….lol…..stayed there for a few hours and was scared to death of the mirrors on the walls and plastic sheets….
Survived….obviously