Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Along Fifth

Today I took the N from Union Square to 36th Street, and came back home along Fifth.  Just to be walking in the middle of a weekday, with an aimless heart and the streets quiet, is good enough vacation for me.  Here are a few things I noticed, not, alas, in the order I saw them.

The Bad:
Five blocks down from the Subway at Fifth & 8th, another will soon open.






















The Good:
After being closed down by the DOH earlier this month,  The Guerrero Food Center's kitchen, at Fifth and 23rd, is back up and running. This is one of my favorite places to eat on Fifth, & I was worried the tacos would be gone forever.  A Grade Pending sign will not keep me from the wonders of the el pastor.





























The Ridiculous:





















 I Want a Breast Pump (I don't) opened last year, but somehow or other I've managed to ignore it. Today however, its brazen and creepy business name hit me with full force. Begone, miscreant, or at least adopt a more subtle sign!  Its location on Fifth is surreal though (or simply sad, depending on your mood). Sandwiched between Torres Tattoo shop, a psychic's parlor, and the Ortiz Botanica, it strikes an incongruous note.

The Dashing:
In the Ortiz Botanica, this swashbuckling figure, next to a potion for dealing with one's nearest & (not necessarily) dearest.

























I still love this part of Fifth.

4 comments:

Goggla said...

Hahaha, that's too funny.

Marty Wombacher said...

Is Guerrero the place we had tacos at? Always hate to see a Subway opening up and I can't believe the URL for "I Want A Breast Pump" was available!

onemorefoldedsunset said...

Yes, along with Eric (in his remarkable OK to ride his bike if he'd had no more than ten beers routine). A dreadful store name!!

Marty Wombacher said...

I thought so, and I had forgotten all about Eric's bike line, ha ha ha!