Greenpoint Restaurant Watch: What’s Up At 159 Greenpoint Avenue
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
The Internet Garage has long since left us, but there is plenty of activity at its old space nowadays. Curious to see what’s up I knocked around the Department of Buildings web site. Here’s what I found.
Yes, it would appear that we are getting another restaurant. In addition they applied for a liquor license last month. I have little doubt this will make for interesting bedfellows given that one of our ‘nabe’s more rowdy establishments, Club Exit, is located only steps away. But I digress.
What I want to know is what kind of foodstuffs this establishment will be serving. This remains unclear— but what I dug up here is both encouraging and discouraging.
I understand there are a great many cuisines which employ rice. But if this establishment proves to be another sushi joint, Thai restaurant, Chinese restaurant (unless it is Szechuan and very, VERY good) or (god forbid) a “pan-Asian” place my head (or more accurately: my stomach) is going to explode. And not in a good way.
Google search for “Asian food 11222”:
Google search for “Japanese food 11222”:
Google search for “Chinese food 11222”:
Google search for “Thai food 11222”:
Lest all the previous (gleaned from Google) has not already made it clear: this neighborhood has too much Asian fare. And gastronomically speaking most of it is downright awful. I suppose 159 Greenpoint Avenue might become an Indian restaurant— which would at least lend some diverse (and vegetarian friendly) fare to the slim pickings hereabouts.
But I’m not holding my breath.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: 671
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Today a young woman with a most curious tattoo came to the junk shop.
As you can see it is the borough of Brooklyn*, rendered in argyle, and includes a number. Anyone care to guess what it means? She told me and I will give the reveal tomorrow at noon. It’s really neat!
Miss Heather
*I really like how they placed Bushwick Inlet where she has a mole. Very clever!
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Big Trouble In Little Poland!
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From Franklin Street.
Miss Heather
P.S.: While I am on the subject of Greenpoint Nazis, it would appear I have found a new piece of that so-called runic graffiti that caused such media frenzy a few months ago.
People In Our Neighborhood: 128 Beadel Street Speaks!
On July 8, 2009 a missive entitled “128 Beadel Street” from a gentleman named Waldemar found its way to my inbox. He wrote:
Hey it’s Waldemar @ 128. Pass by and check out my Weeping Wall both day and nite and feel free to snap a few shots. For nite shots it’s best after 8PM.
Well, I have yet to make it over to see the Weeping Wall after dark— but I did swing one afternoon earlier this week. What’s more, I met the man behind the Weeping Wall himself: Waldemar!
Not only was he gracious to talk to me for the better part of an hour, but he took me on a guided tour of his home! He is easily as fascinating — if not more so— than the fabulous oasis he has created. Follow are some highlights from our meeting.
HOW HE CAME TO ACQUIRE 128 BEADEL STREET
Using Chinese Astrology (and zero credit) Waldemar landed this house in 1991 (year of the sheep). Twelve years later (2003, once again year of the sheep) he acquired the property next door: 130 Beadel Street (which he has since turned around and sold—but not before giving the front door his personal touch).
Waldemar explained to me that the year of the sheep is a particularly auspicious year to purchase property. He is also resolute in his belief that this is how he avoided the sub-prime mortgage crisis. Who am I to argue? Whatever system he has created appears to be working!
He went on to explain he did not want this house to be acquired by people who reside at 132 Beadel, whom he referred to as his “enemies”. He did not go into any details as to why there is acrimony between him and these folks and I did not ask. Although I suspect his aesthetic sense probably has something to do with it.
For example, he told me that a number of his neighbors took issue with the dragons gracing his front door. They felt these bad boys— not Beadel Street’s remote location, being positioned on top of the infamous “oil spill” or possibly being located atop the Meeker Avenue plume— were discouraging prospective buyers from purchasing a house on this block. Then he continued his discourse on Chinese Astrology:
Mike Bloomberg is a horse. Horses like to take things away from one person and give them to another. They think this makes them look generous. While the city suffers he is getting richer and richer.
I can’t honestly argue with that. Then I made the mistake of telling Waldemar my Chinese zodiac sign: year of the dog.
Dogs and Horses are friends.*
He said. To wit I replied:
Michael Bloomberg is not my friend. What’s more, I do not think anyone earning under $200,000 a year is his friend.
A LITTLE MORE ABOUT WALDEMAR
- He is fifty years old and retired.
- He is single.
- He is very food-conscious. Not only is he a vegan, but he refrains from eating tomatoes or citrus (which he believes to be poisonous). He will only eat his own home-cooking.
- He makes his own lychee-infused vodka, which he assures me is quite delicious.
- He is an animal lover.
It all started with a litter mate of this lovely lass:
Her brother was diagnosed with leukemia so Waldemar took him in. He has since passed but Waldemar now counts a parakeet (he rescued from horrific conditions) and a thirty pound cat named “Vandervoort” as roommates. On top of that he has made a number of other feline friends.
Like this feral fella who likes to lounge on his stoop.
And this urban tigress who belongs to his next door neighbor (who is not his enemy). He has made special beds for his kitty callers and sometimes places them out for them to enjoy.
INSIDE CASA DE WALDEMAR
It is a living extension its owner: filled with fascinating objects from a life lived to the fullest. Take these cylindrical “core sample” looking thingamajigs. He explained to me that when he worked at World Trade Center and they needed to install telephone lines they had to bore a hole through the floor to run the cables through. These are the byproducts of this practice. He likes to use them as paperweights. He sent the one in the middle to his mother in Puerto Rico. She didn’t much fancy it so she sent it back. It just goes to show beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
And on that note I will close with a slide show showcasing the numerous items of interest I saw at Waldemar’s chateau. A domicile— I will add— that is actually two apartments which he alone inhabits.
If I don’t need tenants, I don’t want ’em.
Who can argue with that?
Enjoy!
As we parted ways Waldemar confided in me that he rarely goes out anymore.
Maybe once or twice a week…
he said and then he pointed back at his front door
…I have a whole world in there.
Not only is this true, I can personally attest it is a very wonderful one at that!
Miss Heather
*Clarification per Waldemar:
…regarding my statement about the do and horse being friends, it only means that for example the year of the Horse is good for you and what people born under that sign do, benefits you by bringing the best out of you. So in your case, the worst Mayor Bloomberg does the more material that will come your way. (Man is he ever right there— Ed. Note) By the way 2010 the year of the tiger is your other good year, And I predict much success for you and your site.
Video Credit: Waldemar
New York Shitty Day Starter: Family
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From The Manhattan 3 Decker Diner.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Charbroiled Porn?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
The ever fabulous Bitchcakes writes:
saw your post where you mentioned resizing photos before sending them to you so your inbox does not get cluttered. I do not know how to do that (Is Mister proficient in basic Mac skillz and if so, would he be interested in giving me a Mac tutorial sometime? I’m really very technologically challenged in some very basic stuff), so I uploaded this for you on Flickr…
It’s a stash of burned porn in front of 728 Leonard St. I thought it was too hilarious not to share. There’s also a lot of other burned items out front. I wonder if there was a fire around there recently…
First up, I am certain the Mister will be more than happy to help you become more Mac savvy, Bitchcakes. Secondly, as it would happen, he is taking a “personal” day today!* Thirdly, I wonder if this stuff belonged to this guy?
I sense a very special, uh, fact-finding mission coming on!
Miss Heather
*For this reason today’s offerings will be tabled until this evening.
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Just Like A Good Neighbor
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
This gem comes from my apartment building.
Miss Heather
LAST GASP: (Literally)
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Earlier today I relayed more deets via the Greenpoint grapevine regarding the suicide at 141 Dupont Street. Lest I have not made it clear already I think this man’s suicide is a sad testament as to what happens when older residents feel like (and are treated like) strangers in their own neighborhood. I— and undoubtedly most, if not all the people reading this—Â have a “network” of friends to fall back on when life slips us a Mickey. This man didn’t. Or worse yet: he didn’t feel he had a shoulder to cry on. He should have had many.
The most endearing quality of Greenpoint is not its scenery, transportation options (pick your poison: the G train, B43 or B61 bus), affordable housing (there is none) or restaurants. It’s the people. While I still very much consider Greenpoint to be a community walls are being built. They are invisible but very existent nonetheless. Us versus them. We are all to some degree or another guilty of this. I can only hope moving forward we all will take some time to give an ear (pull out the earbuds), lend little heart to our fellow Greenpointers and be better neighbors.
What this man felt before he chose to end his own life will never be known. I can only relay what I have been told. Which brings me to this:
…i guess he was found with a bag over his head and a noose, and had been there for some time. a few of us on the block had noticed a stench about a month ago, but put it down to rats or it just being greenpoint…
I’ll admit the Garden Spot of the Universe has been particularly malodorous of late. But enough so to merit equating the smell of a decomposing body to “creek reek”?!? That’s bad. “How bad”, you ask?
The following (from 838 Manhattan Avenue) should give you some indication.
Passerby (laughing her ass off and pointing excitedly to her friends):
Someone is finally doing something about the smell! (laughter) It’s gotten so bad they’re actually doing something about it. (more laughter)
It’s that bad. And, as one Brownstoner commenter, DitmasSnark, so sagely opined (regarding ‘Stoner’s the Viridian offering one bedrooms rentals for mere $2,200 a month):
“I guess some people will pay extra to be within 6 blocks of the G train.” Not to mention three blocks from the sewage treatment plant.
’Tis an ill wind that blows nobody any good.
CORRECTION: that’s 2 (short) blocks from the sewage treatment plant. I live in that ill wind. The collection ponds are at Provost, Green, Huron, India Streets. Just follow your nose.
How can having a doorman, fountain, rooftop cabanas counteract a neighborhood that smells like a well worn jock strap or dead body? Much less pay $2,200 for the experience? I guess what P.T. Barnum was (reputed to say) is true: there’s a sucker born every minute.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Behind The Blue Door
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Norman Avenue.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Speaking of doors…
This one should be familiar to a number of you, dear readers. It graces 128 Beadel Street which is easily my favorite house in Greenpoint— and possibly all of New York City. Well, the owner of this house has reached out to me and today I met him face-to-face. Not only is he a very nice guy, but he gave me the full tour! Stay tuned, you will not be disappointed!
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