After 15 years of slinging Southern style fare out of its super-funky Alphabet City home, Old Devil Moon closed last night. And so the city loses its best pancakes; made with cornmeal and whole wheat, these thick cakes had an incomparable texture and bold flavor that made them peerless in this town. Though we had noticed a slight drop in overall quality in recent years (maple syrup sacrilegiously mixed with Aunt Jemima, home fries less chunky than years past, biscuits less moist), the place was always packed for brunch, and the naughty Masturbakers operation run out of the back seemed to be doing brisk business. Vanishing New York stopped in last night and learned that "even though the rent is decent, there just wasn't enough money coming in, and the owner just had twins, so she doesn't have the time and energy to continue to devote to a business that is not doing well." RIP ODM; you will now be gutted and taken over by some yuppie organic restaurant. Photo cred.