Once I zeroed in on Williamsburg during my apartment search, I used Fatty Cue as a spot to regroup and refuel.
I loved this beef brisket sandwich.
And this cocktail, the Malay michelada.
I was bummed when the restaurant suddenly closed, and stay closed for a long time.
But Fatty Cue is back. Yay!
Here’s a preview of the reopened spot by Maryse Chevriere on Serious Eats.
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If you like my real estate posts (and know that I’m not assuming you do), you’ll get a kick out of this:
What $1 million will buy in NYC
I could have called this post “The runner-up.” This well laid-out alcove studio in Chelsea was my back-up apartment for if I didn’t get the Williamsburg 1 BR.
The layout of the N series showed me that living in an alcove studio wouldn’t be a real hardship for me. A similar apartment is available for December if you happen to be apartment hunting. While $2650 might sound pricey to non-New Yorkers, trust me: this represents good value for a Manhattan apartment in a “good” neighborhood. And by good I mean not boring, not isolated, etc.
Are you bored yet? If so (or if not) say so in the comments. It’s lonely over here! I see that you’re reading but no one leaves me notes…
Moving right along, I gave moderate consideration to this apartment in a cond-op building. Of every Manhattan (not Brooklyn) apartment I viewed during my hunt, this unit featured the nicest fixtures of all. At that time, I was considering increasing my upper rent limit to $2800 so the broker wisely showed me the rental she called a unicorn.
Still with me?
Based on size alone, any one of the five available 1 BR apartments at 340 E. 29th Street (also known as Berkley Park) should have been my top choice. Right?
Would you like to see some of the apartments I didn’t take? OK then! Here’s one.
95 Christopher Street in Greenwich Village
I looked at three studios (two with the same layout, one with a different), all around $2850 per month. Sample listing with floor plan here.
Yes, almost $3000 per month. That’s rent, not a mortgage payment. You don’t get to keep the place.
I have tweeted ad nauseum about my hunt for a New York City apartment, and the difficulty of finding one while still based in Washington, DC. Enough of my twitter friends have commented on the process that I thought I’d share information about why the hunt is so challenging.
Backing up a little…
I have wanted to move back to NYC – my spiritual home if I, in fact, have anything spiritual – since the moment I left. Each time I returned to Manhattan for work or to visit friends, I tried (and failed) to remember how I managed to move away (for my career) without having some form of a breakdown. I suspect I was numbed by the fact that my move to DC happened just 20 days after September 11.
