Dave it was a different place.
But I don’t like the location of this range either. someone walking by to get to/from living room can catch a pot/pan handle and the whole hot pot comes tumbling down.
I would have flip flopped the range and sink locations. Plus, you wouldn’t have a hood to look at from living room.
And I do realize that kids can reach up and grab a pot/pan handle from a range nestled between 2 cabinets. But to put a range as shown in that apt is having two access points to it.
Biff, that’s a nice place…oddly yet interestingly laid out I think. Some will complain about walking through the kitchen to get to the bathroom or the dining room but I like it.
If I’m not mistaken, we saw that a long time ago here and ET was complaining about the range being where it is; i.e. in so much that a child could reach up on it.
I’m just a latch key kid with a snotty nose
High school drop out
Space, I’m around me whiteout
And I ain’t dealin with no minimum wage
I’d rather construct rhymes on a minimum page
Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days
Pulling the chrome out
And you actin like pullin the chrome out
Hated the sound of grandma’s cryin the crooked letter
You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders
Made you wonder ’bout early
Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning
Flows be bangin in the paint, throwin elbows
My first fight was me against five boroughs
I lost my first witch
But remembered every detail of my first kiss
That’s that Bronx Tale bliss
The holiest of holies
Hip hop, it was ’88
Even at the age of 10, phrases levitate
Drinkin Lil’ Hug quarter waters
Dodgin stray slugs on the corner in that exact order
While you playin, death is what happens
I found the passion in aerosol cans and hands clappin
Backspins, microphones and cats rappin
Linoleum and up rockers, the show shockers
Who rip Lee patches off of imposters
You ain’t the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy
And it’s gonna cost ya
And that’s my B-Boy Alpha
B-Boy Alpha Lyrics by Cannibal Ox are the property of the respective authors, artists and labels.
I’m just envisioning people packing into the car, spilling out the windows, chasing each other around the car, all while the theme from “Benny Hill” is playing.
Is there a staircase entry/exit in case the elevator isn’t working or in case of fire? I don’t see one on the floorplan.
Dave it was a different place.
But I don’t like the location of this range either. someone walking by to get to/from living room can catch a pot/pan handle and the whole hot pot comes tumbling down.
I would have flip flopped the range and sink locations. Plus, you wouldn’t have a hood to look at from living room.
And I do realize that kids can reach up and grab a pot/pan handle from a range nestled between 2 cabinets. But to put a range as shown in that apt is having two access points to it.
Yes, maint is too high.
without opening the link, prez probably linked that pierpont place which is sweet – if not for the $1500 maint
Biff, that’s a nice place…oddly yet interestingly laid out I think. Some will complain about walking through the kitchen to get to the bathroom or the dining room but I like it.
If I’m not mistaken, we saw that a long time ago here and ET was complaining about the range being where it is; i.e. in so much that a child could reach up on it.
Mopar, I would love to see yesterday’s HOD on Macon St. If you are going on Sat or Sun, let me know, I’ll be there.
CGar, I just saw this place which is comparable to others you’ve been looking at. Maintenance is a bit high, but at least it has a deck included.
http://www.brownharrisstevens.com/detail.aspx?id=1090626
I’m just a latch key kid with a snotty nose
High school drop out
Space, I’m around me whiteout
And I ain’t dealin with no minimum wage
I’d rather construct rhymes on a minimum page
Cynical ways, cats sin for nickels these days
Pulling the chrome out
And you actin like pullin the chrome out
Hated the sound of grandma’s cryin the crooked letter
You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders
Made you wonder ’bout early
Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning
Flows be bangin in the paint, throwin elbows
My first fight was me against five boroughs
I lost my first witch
But remembered every detail of my first kiss
That’s that Bronx Tale bliss
The holiest of holies
Hip hop, it was ’88
Even at the age of 10, phrases levitate
Drinkin Lil’ Hug quarter waters
Dodgin stray slugs on the corner in that exact order
While you playin, death is what happens
I found the passion in aerosol cans and hands clappin
Backspins, microphones and cats rappin
Linoleum and up rockers, the show shockers
Who rip Lee patches off of imposters
You ain’t the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy
And it’s gonna cost ya
And that’s my B-Boy Alpha
B-Boy Alpha Lyrics by Cannibal Ox are the property of the respective authors, artists and labels.
I’m just envisioning people packing into the car, spilling out the windows, chasing each other around the car, all while the theme from “Benny Hill” is playing.