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Despite having been chopped up into four units, the brownstone at 468 Henry Street in Cobble Hill appears to have retained much of its original detail (or at least the parlor floor, which is all that’s shown in the photos, has.) Given the configuration, however, and the potential expense involved in turning it into a two-family, we suspect that the $2,600,000 asking price is a bit of a stretch for the 3,000-square-foot building. Interestingly, the house did change hands just four months ago; unfortunately, public records do not reveal the price. Thoughts?
468 Henry Street [Corcoran] GMAP P*Shark


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  1. 8:37, yes I do have a job – sorry, I’m not on the market. And it’s flexible enough to allow me to post as often as I want, much to the delight of people like you. Isn’t that wonderful! I think “guest” might be slightly more “unethnic”.

  2. Did somebody say “straight bourbon whiskey”? Let’s have a “Stagg” party! Looks like I’m fashionably late to the party. Nokilissa, don’t waste your time with 5:38. He’s just upset he’s not invited to the party with you, me, Sam, Cobblekrill and Dave (we’ll save a seat for Jerri, just in case). We can also pick up The Big Easy at our local video store (so much more intimate than Netflix). Hell, speaking of Moonstruck, why not amp up the Cheese-O-Meter and get Nicolas Cage’s Wild at Heart? We can throw on a couple of Bugs Bunny cartoons prior to the show like in an old time drive in. I vote for Rhapsody Rabbit featuring Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 in C-sharp minor, by Franz Liszt. Tonight what (Brooklyn) heights we’ll hit! Isn’t the Belmont coming up? Our perfect opportunity to have a dress rehearsal for next year’s Derby!

  3. This house was on the market last fall with a small Court St broker for $2.2 mil. It didn’t sell back then. Let’s see if the Corcoran broker can sell it at the higher price. It’s a pretty block.

  4. Awww, c’mon 10:53, it came from a pure place.

    We were discussing the New Orleans feeeeel of the lovely back “balconies” followed by one on the home team (I think it was Daveinbedstuy) suggesting a Mint Julep to go along with the backyard, which was probably a vestige of last weekend’s very southern Kentucky Derby celebration, and on it went from there.

    No need to get all shitty on us, calling us “maroons” and all. A hybrid between the southern Macaroon and a moron, No?

    And I’ve had many a delicious Mint Julep in New Orleans. It’s not all Bourbon Street Hurricanes and madness. Can be quite civilized and lovely. Especially when the exact proportion of alcohol to ice make the pewter cup frost over just so. Especially in N’Awlins.

    Shoo!

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