Kicking and almost screaming, I was dragged to Long Island City the other day by clients who became discouraged in their search for an apartment in Manhattan with the space and carrying costs that they were willing to spend.
I was certain they would hate the area, and I was so wrong.
We first visited a sort of cheesy new development on a block of active light industry, and the condo there had aspects that intrigued my clients. Then we went to one called L haus at the foot of the Polaski bridge. Continue reading