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Tag Archives: Long Island City
One of the quickest routes to Brooklyn from Long Island City is the Pulaski bridge that runs from 11th street beginning at the foot of the Queensboro Bridge. I’ve often taken this road in my day-to-day business during the last few years, noticing the construction of a slender building clad in glass and dark colors. I assumed it would be commercial space at first, but as it began to take shape, I realized it would be the second boutique hotel in an otherwise industrial section of Long Island City.
Following in the archetypal footsteps of the smaller and less opulent Ravel Hotel just a couple blocks west, The Z aims to bring high end clientele to Long Island City, with an attractive, modern design, a long list of amenities and everyone’s favorite part, the rooftop bar/lounge and dining area. At the moment, the Z’s location would seem somewhat odd, being surrounded by many older 1 and 2 story structures, but that will all change in the next few years as development and revitalization of Long Island City continues to swell with sophistication. The Z’s developers had the foresight to set the tone early. Continue reading
As I plug along on my 100 strangers project, I’d like to share with you a chance encounter I had with a very nice guy.
I was in Long Island City. I had just dropped off my car at the mechanic and I was walking towards the bus stop. I had my camera out because I just snapped a few photos of a 1919 Ford Model T outside my mechanic’s shop. A cab driver who was preparing to start his afternoon shift notice me and the chunky dSLR as he was getting in his cab. He shouted over to me with a smile, “Take a picture” and so I did. I asked his name. “Medet Fidan”, he replied, and shook my hand with a welcoming firm grip and a warm smile. When I gave him mine, he wondered what kind of name I had. I told him I was Greek, and so he squeezed my hand a little harder, and said with a sinister smile, “ohhh! I’m Turkish! We’re enemies!” Continue reading