Co-op of the Day: 670 President Street
This prewar one-bedroom at 670 President Street (off 5th Avenue) in Park Slope has a nice vibe to it, with high ceilings and a nice rounded-arch doorway. The building is architecturally attractive, too, and boasts a common garden. Still, the price tag of $439,000 feels better suited to a doorman building a little further up…
This prewar one-bedroom at 670 President Street (off 5th Avenue) in Park Slope has a nice vibe to it, with high ceilings and a nice rounded-arch doorway. The building is architecturally attractive, too, and boasts a common garden. Still, the price tag of $439,000 feels better suited to a doorman building a little further up the Slope, dontcha think?
670 President Street [Corcoran] GMAP P*Shark
LOL! you guys crack me up.
Yes, agree with mopar and BRG — arches are unfortunate.
Park Loper is right, but more to the point that in the mid-90s alot of the walk-up housing on and off 5th was “tenemant lifestyle”. For some of you non-NYers who first hit brooklyn after 2000, that part of the slope (if you can call it that back then) wasnt the almighty wonderful place many of you all triumph it to be today. At a tad more than 5% interest rates, someone will bite at $400K – someone who doesnt mind shlepping up 4-5 flights all the time (I sure do).
As to 5th, well I would much rather OWN on Manhattan 5th than Brooklyn 5th…;) (and wouldnt mind living on 5th Avenue right of Washington Square Park in the Village…)
HAHA. Funny Rob.
put me down for a +1 on 5th ave manhattan. 5th ave brooklyn is where i moved to die lol
*rob*
I just asked my coworker if she prefers 5th in Brooklyn or 5th in Manhattan…
Her response…”Brooklyn. 5th in Manhattan is where you go to die”
Love her.
I know Sam will never believe it, but count me as another one who’d rather live on 5th Ave, Brooklyn than 5th Ave, Manhattan. 🙂
I lived next door to that building at 672 President for several years in the mid 90’s – I can tell you back then 670 President was all about the tenement lifestyle. There were some particularly bad families in that building, and it seemed almost every weekend would bring drunken screaming/fighting matches and cops being called, kids being taken away, wailing and crying all night. Not to mention the constant rain of garbage and chicken bones the fine residents of 670 would throw down into our yard… Oh man, what a building. I can only hope (and assume) it’s been cleaned up since then.
With that arched ‘opening’ from kitchen to living room, I feel like I’m looking through a Pizzera brick oven.