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From the intersection of North 15th and Banker Street.
As I was walking home from checking out the scene at Calyer and Franklin Street I spied this brand-spanking new conversion on Oak Street. Suspecting that this is a residential to commercial conversion I looked it up when I got home: it is. Although Franklin is certainly thriving nowadays this storefront does feel a little off the beaten path. Needless to say I am very, very interested to see what happens with this space and have to commend the owner for doing a professional job. The latter is a bit of a rarity here in the Garden Spot.
If any of you are wondering exactly what happened on Franklin between Oak and Calyer Street, I have the answer! Apparently water leaked into an underground power line and Con Ed’s emergency crew are busy replacing it. Those of you who are thinking about driving or biking through this area (Franklin from Greenpoint Avenue to Calyer) should be extra careful, as visibility can be very limited —or better yet, take an alternative route like Lorimer or Guernsey.
Today’s installment hails from the intersection of Bedford and Manhattan Avenue. If you look carefully at the old photograph you will see the spirit of Shanghai Lee’s past.
And just as I stated in this post, if you look carefully at the facade of what is now Le Brique today you will still see a glimpse of Shanghai Lee’s future!*
*Before moving to Franklin Street, that is.
I am still fascinated by the responses to my post about the newly created bike lanes on Manhattan Avenue. Streetsblog called it “hysterical” by which I suspect they meant “alarmist” and/or “anti-bicycle”. So be it. If some people want to construe my concern about the safety of pedestrians and bicyclists in such a manner there’s nothing I can do about it. In any case, over the last week I have seen bicyclists using this new path, along with a few folks of the four wheel persuasion.
When this guy (from Java Car Service) noticed I was taking his picture he immediately tried to extricate himself from this bike lane.
Worried that your dry cleaning won’t arrive on time? Don’t worry, the city has provided ample parking.
Need a quart of milk? Why bother parking, it will just cost money at the meter. Why not use the bike lane instead?
The same goes for the Garden. Isn’t it, after all, “greener” to park your car (and truck) in the bike lane instead of idling?
The same goes for scoring that valuable parking space. Why go around the block when you can sit in the bike lane and wait for the guy to pull out instead? You saw that spot first, dammit! It’s yours!*
*This is satire. Those of you who don’t/can’t/won’t “get it” might be interested to know that the fair babes of the Emerald Isle are in grave danger. But I suppose cannibalism is greener than factory farming.
That’s right folks, tomorrow is the big night! Those of you who are interested in watching Maestro Eastwood do what he does best (READ: kick some serious ass) should be sure to arrive before 8:30 p.m.!
This masterpiece of post-Feminist (and decidedly anti-Twinkie) rhetoric comes from a chap who calls himself* “REALITY”. It is in regards to this post about Studio B. Enjoy!
I have read your site, you have to be the most sexually frustrated person in the neighborhood. I have live here for around 20 years and I have never seen anyone BITCH as much as you. If I had to guess you have to be an over weight fat chick that has no life and wants others to be miserable like yourself. I also figure you donâ€™t get out much either, and looking at your site when you do its to BITCH. If you donâ€™t like the area or whats going on move back to where ever you came from because anyone reading your blogs damn well know you are not from new york and if you are you gotta be from the freaking suburbs. Do everyone a favor move out of the neighborhood, and if you canâ€™t do that stick one of those Twinkies that you have been fattening yourself on in your mouth because that seems to be the only time anyone will be happy. Get out of your apartment lose some weight and maybe you might get a guy who will take you out in public which would be like a place like the Underground, Exit , Studio B hell maybe even to the zoo. In closing GET A LIFE and leave the neighborhood alone it was fine before you got there and it will be better off when you leave.
You know I thought about “getting a guy” to take me out “in public”, but then I realized my husband would probably not be too keen on the idea. Oh well. In any case, “REALITY” sure talks a tough game. Too bad his mommy didn’t teach him about IP addresses (good grammar or gender sensitivity).
Note how the IP addresses for Agnes Piekarska (the Manager of Studio B) and “REALITY” match.
Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to buy some Twinkies.
*Although I suppose this could be a woman.
The aptly named Richardson will be located at 451 Graham Avenue, which is at the corner of (drum roll, please)… Richardson Street!
When I walked by last week I took a quick looksee and I have to say it appears that they are doing a very professional job overhauling the space. My only concern is can new bar flourish when there are already so many such establishments to be had in the area already— like the R Bar, which is located just across the BQE?
Photo Credits: Lisacat
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My buddy Matt Wolfe (formerly of the Greenpoint Courier) tipped me off to this great map over at Very Small Array. It looks like I call “North Vinyl Siding” home —although I prefer Vinyl Siding HEIGHTS, thank you very much! Any of you who have a little time to burn today do check out this web site. It is teeming with lots of fun and informative stuff!
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Today I finally got around to checking out the site of our latest auto(mobile) de fe. Tammy Jez did an excellent job documenting the incinerated truck. Follows are a few photographs I took of the property damage.
It was one HELL of a fire. It even blew out the windows on the first floor of this house.
Its neighbor received a more Salvador Dali-esque treatment.
You can even see where the mattress was placed.