Corco Sets Up Shop in Williamsburg
The real estate market is alive and well in Williamsburg. Or not. Sandwiched between bagels and hardware, Corcoran’s latest office—their fourth in the borough, first in the Burg—opened yesterday in a L-shaped space that runs through from a storefront at 241 Bedford Avenue to an entrance on North 3rd Street (above). Under the watch of…
The real estate market is alive and well in Williamsburg. Or not. Sandwiched between bagels and hardware, Corcoran’s latest office—their fourth in the borough, first in the Burg—opened yesterday in a L-shaped space that runs through from a storefront at 241 Bedford Avenue to an entrance on North 3rd Street (above). Under the watch of broker Eric McFarland, the office has room for 42 brokers and is currently about 2/3 full. The office launches with a couple of big projects already under its belt, 349 Metropolitan and 100 North 3rd Street. Whether this is a prescient call that will position the Big C to cash in on the thousands of units slated to come online in the area in the next few years or a case of being the last one to board a sinking ship remains to be seen. Either way, it can’t be good news for the likes of Apartments & Lofts. GMAP
It never ceases to amaze me how butt ugly Williamsburg is. Why would you live there if you don’t have to?
Kosher cupcakes only. Let’s go to Lee Avenue and get some.
Hasids with cupcakes?
Hasids rule!
So you don’t live in NYC, 6:59?
Yea, didn’t think so.
“99% of the thread hates Williamsburg.”
“That about sums what up? That you’re all a bunch of sheep?”
Haven’t you heard NYC is full of whining c*nts.
Almirante! That’s what it was called, and that was about the only place I ate at on the southside in the early/mid 90s.
5:32 here. In the mid-90s there wasn’t really anything else, even on northside. Some plexiglass Chinese joints, a couple of which somehow persist.
By the late 90s, there was briefly a Mexican joint that had good tacos in the building you’re talking about (now home to a Korean grocer). There were a handful of comidas criollas and Dominican joints that had good roast pork and rice and beans, one that started with an A where Khao Sarn now is.
But mostly, you had to get by on junkie whores and heroin or crack. My “cleaning lady” was my “super’s” girlfriend, and she once offered to clean my pipes after she’d finished cleaning the apt. Ahh, memories.
5:32, 5:19 here. Well I didn’t live there just visited my friend like i said so my two stops were the L cafe and planet thai. There was a good mexican joint on corner of grand (i think) that was really good.
I am glad you found my post hilarious.
Yes, the good ole days where you could get some drugs and a hooker on the corner of metrpolitan and driggs where my buddy lived. I used to go into the abandoned warehouses and find matresses and needles and spoons. ha!
Where else did you like 5:32?