Since a housing boom in the 1920s, this two-square-mile pocket of Queens — the generally accepted boundaries are the Long Island Expressway, Cooper Avenue, the huge Mount Olivet Cemetery and Woodhaven Boulevard — has enjoyed the kind of lifestyle one might expect in suburbia farther afield.
It’s a neighborhood where the mothers pushing strollers through the various parks are actually strolling. No texting. No ramping up cardio. Nary an iPod in sight. The lack of a Whole Foods or Citarella is made up for by a scattershot assortment of specialty stores: bakers, butchers and grocers run less by district managers and more by local shopkeepers who know your name and your children’s names.
A Halfway Point Where People Tend to Stay
Sounds like a horrible place to live, doesn't it?