When Time Out New York actually swallows its pride and crosses the Queensboro Bridge, it then proceeds to tell you which of our neighborhoods it deems worthy of mention:
If you think the question alone is derogatory, wait until you read the articles on the 3 communities they chose...
Of course, it’s hard to refuse a likely $300 rent reduction, but, in spite of all the people, something tells me I’d feel lonely out here. It’s a good 45-minute trip from parts of Manhattan, and an hour from my Carroll Gardens home in Brooklyn. Ultimately, I need to live in a neighborhood that my friends would visit, and I doubt they’d be willing to make the trek. I’ll be back for dinner, though.
“It’s a strange little place.”
I scribble down what my found-on-Craigslist roommate Leslie says about Sunnyside as we get off the phone. “Strange,” huh? Strange in New York could mean anything from “quirky” to “bring your Mace and a large friend.” But TONY assured me I wouldn’t die on this assignment, so I grabbed my bag and hopped on the 7 train for a quick 20-minute ride into Queens.
Having moved just one week earlier from the East Village to Williamsburg, the last thing I needed to do was move again, even for a weekend. And Queens? That borough had already caused the demise of one of my relationships, and besides P.S.1 and the Bohemian Beer Garden, it never felt to me like a place to find a vital New York experience.