After about a minute or two they opt to turn on the roller balls!
As spied and captured today at 2:10 pm on Manhattan Avenue. If this parking “space” looks vaguely familiar to you, gentle readers, it is because the “parking space” in question is a ticket trap of choice hereabouts.
Of course I suppose this may only apply to folks who park in the correct direction. This one’s for Sheryl Yvette. She just happened to bump into none other that NYPD Commish Bill Brattan last Friday. What’s more, she took a photo!
About this encounter she writes:
I was on 2nd Ave, waiting at the light at 57th St. I see a double parked SUV directly ahead of me, on the other side of the light, so I know I have to go around it when I get there. The light turns green. As I’m approaching, a big suited guy opens the rear passenger door – into oncoming traffic, mind you – and into the path I’m headed – and lets in none other than NYPD Commissioner Bratton. I had a cab right next to me and nowhere to go so I had to stop. Naturally I took a photo…
oh make sure to mention that they were double parked in a “sharrow” – which, if you don’t know what that is, wikipedia explains them like so: “This marking is placed in the center of a travel lane to indicate that a bicyclist may use the full lane.” It’s supposed to be a visual cue to drivers that cyclists are likely to be there. You can see it in the photo – the painted sharrow. Thanks #mynypd!
Filed under: 11101, 11211, 11222, 11249, Affluenza, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Gentrification, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Greenwich Village, Greenwich Village Manhattan, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Manhattan, New York City, West Village, West Village Manhattan, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Last night I had one helluva time falling asleep. Instead of counting sheep I decided to recount restaurants I liked in this city that are no more. Let’s just say it has been on the brain of late.* Here’s a partial list:
- Bleu Drawes: Jamaican food in Greenpoint? Yes, once there was! This was on Commercial Street, now the space is occupied by Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory.
- Oznot’s Dish: Berry Street, replaced by Silent h
- Silent h: (see above) , replaced by a French bistro. This was the place which really got me into Vietnamese food.
- Barossa: Graham Avenue, replaced by Gwinnett Street whose menu is mildly upscale “artsy” food. (I do not recall the latest name for this establishment, but I imagine part of the reason for the name change was one of the owners being charged with handling narcotics. you can’t make this shit up, folks.).
- Kenny’s Trattoria: Havemeyer Street, razed for residential development.
- Taco Bite: South 4 Street at Rodney, replaced by a short-lived vegetarian/health food restaurant.
- Grand Sichuan: Canal Street, razed so as to build a hotel.
- Conos al Pescatore: Graham Avenue. Replaced by Sage an upscale Asian fusion establishment (which I will admit serves pretty good food— but still).
- La Vuelta: 45th Road, replaced by a barbecue joint.
- Village Mingala: Burmese restaurant whose East 5 Street location is now a Michelin recommended bistro. ASIDE: this leaves one Burmese restaurant in New York City.
- El Paso: Houston Street, new tenant TBD
- Casa Mon Amour: Franklin Street. They served Dominican food. Now the space is occupied by Vamos al Tequila (which is a fairly good replacement). The folks at Vamos al Tequila have my business for life for simply having the temerity to post the sign gracing the beginning of this post. I can only imagine what necessitated its creation.
- Driggs Pizzeria: Driggs Avenue (duh), replaced by Two Boots. This one infuriates me as much as Village Mingala’s closure (READ: A LOT).
- Monsignor’s: Bedford Avenue, now Lokal
- Rocco’s Ristaurante: Thompson Street, taken over by these guys.
- L.A. Ristorante: Manhattan Avenue, now a magazine/cigar store. To their credit, they did retain some semblance of a restaurant— but it really isn’t the same.
- Bean: North 8 Street. A nice little Mexican restaurant; now it is Pop’s.
Is it just me or is there an overall trend here? Anyone care to add?
*Thankfully it would appear John’s of East 12 Street has dodged becoming statistic. At least for now, anyway…
Filed under: New York City
Taken by Diane Greene Lent.
If this photo taken today by Christina Wilkinson is to be believed, it would appear this G train shuttle is expanding its horizons— at Morningside Avenue and West 121 Street to be precise. Nice catch!
Filed under: 11211, 11249, Stuff The Makes Heather Sad, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken by gothamruins.
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Artifact
Taken August 8, 2014.
Occasionally the Mister not only humors my shenanigans but is actually amused by them. This is one such occasion.
(Taken August 8, 2014.)
Filed under: 11211, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
This hitherto unknown superhero was going about his grim business this afternoon in front of 101 Bedford Avenue. I have no reason as to why his special powers were required and quite frankly I do not think I want to know. I am simply happy to know the Cesspool Man exists. Why not come up and see us in Greenpoint some time, my new favorite superhero? I can think of a few locations which need your special touch. Now if you do not mind I am off to invent and ignite the “shit signal”. I’ll leave it someone who is musically inclined to drum up a theme song…*
Props/Credits: go out to the Mister for spotting this gem. Ten years of being together has clearly educated him as to what makes the “missus” happy. HINT: it ain’t flowers. I wonder if there is— dare I say— a Mrs. Cesspool Man or even a Cesspool Woman? Hands off folks: the latter sinecure, if vacant, is MINE.
*However, I have the following to recommend (a little ditty based off of the Candy Man”):
The Cesspool Man can because he mixes it with sludge and makes the world smell good…
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
Taken August 7, 2014.
Taken by Axel Taferner.