New York Shitty Day Starter: Sh*t In The Box

Yesterday I took a sojourn somewhere I have never ventured before: the wilderness of the Long Island City/Ravenswood waterfront around the 59th Street Bridge. It is not an area one would consider attractive.

At least not in a conventional sense of the word. Given the previous you can imagine my surprise when I encountered a hotel at the intersection of Vernon Boulevard and Queens Plaza South: the Ravel whose web site purports it be  “Long Island City’s First Luxury Boutique Hotel”. This may very well be the case, I wouldn’t know. But I can tell you I found its proximity to the Queensbridge Houses of particular interest. Curiously enough the folks at Ravel do not make mention of this on their web site. So it goes.

Long Island City is full of surprises. I certainly learned this yesterday. First it is a “luxury boutique hotel” across from a housing project, then it was this on 44th Street: a construction site for yet another hotel.

But this is not the only thing going on here. Which brings me to the item indicated by the above arrow. It is a box.

A very, very special box…

or to use Long Island City parlance (to bastardize Black Adder):

The very latest in front-wall, fresh-air orifices appointed with an imported wide-capacity corrugated repository.

Miss Heather