i'm sorry to insult my dear colleagues who live east of fifth avenue, and quite frankly, if you live above 59th street, this idiom may not hold true. way up there, the east side does have it's appeal, and i'm often found in that part of town - museum mile, the park, etc.. however, in the sphere of the downtown world, i still love my west side. i'm a bit of a west side junkie, particularly with the new-ish esplanade shoring up this part of manhattan - with promises of the rising standard hotel, and my favorite left hand turn onto clarkson street.
despite obvious venues like magnolia, marc jacobs, et al, there's something special about upper bleecker street. duck in a few blocks east and taim beckons (great falafel and srug) - or how about an indian snack at lassi on greenwich? the ever changing world of bedford street?
greenwich (both - the street and the avenue), washington, perry - oh yes, there's been further gentrification, especially with sex-in-the-city belligerence in the meatpacking district, but who can deny the charms of the west side?
tiny boutique shops (yes, I know ... RL is buying up all those cute spaces) - but downtown west of fifth was the original 'brooklyn'. when i was young - okay, you can stop laughing now - this was where all of the 'young' people were living (i think we were called yuppies or something like that - not sly hipsters like the youth of today) ... of course, we weren't as 'green' or politically active (or faux politically active) as our latter day brooklyn counterparts, but it was a nice tame scene.
conrans - o conrans - wherefor art thou? not your fancy cousin tucked near the 59th street bridge, but your pretty former self, manhattan's original ikea!
murray's moved across the street, sadly institutionalized but still stinky and earthy, tutta pasta is but a distant memory (as is jane's 30th birthday, held at the branch on laguardia place) - but there's still the film forum, and the sadly tamed angelika.
sigh ... alessi across from kelley & ping? who knew ... and we won't even discuss soho - so sad!
go west, young man, go west ...
h
despite obvious venues like magnolia, marc jacobs, et al, there's something special about upper bleecker street. duck in a few blocks east and taim beckons (great falafel and srug) - or how about an indian snack at lassi on greenwich? the ever changing world of bedford street?
greenwich (both - the street and the avenue), washington, perry - oh yes, there's been further gentrification, especially with sex-in-the-city belligerence in the meatpacking district, but who can deny the charms of the west side?
tiny boutique shops (yes, I know ... RL is buying up all those cute spaces) - but downtown west of fifth was the original 'brooklyn'. when i was young - okay, you can stop laughing now - this was where all of the 'young' people were living (i think we were called yuppies or something like that - not sly hipsters like the youth of today) ... of course, we weren't as 'green' or politically active (or faux politically active) as our latter day brooklyn counterparts, but it was a nice tame scene.
conrans - o conrans - wherefor art thou? not your fancy cousin tucked near the 59th street bridge, but your pretty former self, manhattan's original ikea!
murray's moved across the street, sadly institutionalized but still stinky and earthy, tutta pasta is but a distant memory (as is jane's 30th birthday, held at the branch on laguardia place) - but there's still the film forum, and the sadly tamed angelika.
sigh ... alessi across from kelley & ping? who knew ... and we won't even discuss soho - so sad!
go west, young man, go west ...
No comments:
Post a Comment