The Lower East Side, all the way by the East River and all the way by Frank’s Bike Shop on Grand feels like historical, humble immigrant Manhattan mixed with the second generation luxuriousness of Forest Hills, Queens. There are no-nonsense delis run by Orthodox Jews, unpretentious families out and about and the red brick apartment architecture ubiquitous in most “suburban” Queens neighborhoods. Even the streets are a little wider and it feels like a real neighborhood, meaning that one could possibly live there without the pressure to look like they are dressed to impress rival rock bands and the population reflects the actual general population: old and young and not just young and rich. It’s a secret gem of a neighborhood for parking and hopefully it will not turn into the other side of the Lower East Side that I mention in a past blog.
