Just received an email in from a friend of NP yesterday afternoon:
There is mad construction going on at 856 Nostrand Ave! See brand new windows! I see the workers now. I wonder what the store fronts will be?
About ten minutes later we received the following update:
Just bumped into [anonymous source] and found out it will be CONDOS!!! [Source] said it took 1 yr to vacate the property!!!
If we are not mistaken, this property appears to be part of the $9 million portfolio deal that we blogged about during the summer of last year.
The complex is going up on a great block – with access to the 2,3 and 5 trains and establishments like Crow Hill Bistro, Superwings, and the Jewel in the Crown Spa (which we heard will be reopening for business soon) anchoring the commercial establishments. And of course Dunkin Donuts is right up the block.
UPDATE (Jan 24, 2010): As it turns out, it looks like this development is likely to be affordable coops, rather than condos – at least according to Brownstoner. Also, this building is not part of the $9 million portfolio deal that we previously blogged about. That property, which is at a neighboring building, is still for sale.
Popularity: 30% [?]
I wonder what types of businesses will rent the two storefronts at 856 Nostrand Ave considering the building will now be condos? More hi end or mid end?
I would definitely love good Thai or Sushi. Or a Jazz Bar. Or a Good coffee Shop.., no dis respect to Dunkin’ Donuts.
Nostrand/Park:
A sure sign that a neighborhood is “improving” is the revitalization of its commercial streets — now the case in Crown Heights, where I grew up during the 1950′s and 1960′s.
A very distinguished city planner once told me that shopping streets are the first to go and the last to come back in the cycle of neighborhood change. So it looks like Nostrand Avenue, at last, is beginning to reflect long-time and new residents’ efforts at restoring their community.
This little section of the avenue was very appealing to me as a kid. At the corner of Eastern Parkway was the Kameo Theater, where my little brother and I went to Saturday matinees (and where I occasionally hid out while playing hooky from school). It’s a church now.
Across Nostrand, but also on the parkway, was a Chinese restaurant, where we’d go with our parents on family nights out. (Back then, there were few choices in cuisine anywhere in New York. It was either Italian, Chinese, or French, unless one ventured to Yorkville for German.) The place was nicely done and, unusual for a Chinese restaurant, had red banquettes and white table cloths, for Crown Heights back then, “fine dining.” (The building’s still there, but the restaurant must be long gone.)
And at the northeast corner was my bank, a big limestone number with enormous arched windows, just the kind of place to entrust my nickels and dimes. (Still standing but with a different name.)
Eight-fifty-six may have been the location of Buster Brown Shoes, belonging to a kids’ chain that I’m pretty sure’s extinct. By the time I was old enough to get my shoes at department stores, my little brother still had to sit through the pain and embarassment of being fitted for the funny boy’s shoe common at the time, with rounded, perforated tops and a “girly” strap. I kidded him no end. (Poor guy, he once tried to run out of the place, my mother and the shopkeeper in chase.)
I recently had drinks nearby at Crow Hill with Montrose Morris, Amzi Hill and BxGrl and was happy to see stylish singles, middle-aged ladies and — among a mostly African American/Carribean clientele — an Orthodox Jewish guy (with beard and yamalke) quaffing a beer at the bar.
Never saw anything like that in the old days!
Nostalgic on Park Avenue