My LaSalle Street apartment was lovely and significantly less expensive than Avenue B.
There was a large, lovely kitchen.
There were lovely French doors to the bedroom which was a totally different room than the living room, unlike Avenue B.
And there was a lovely claw-foot tub in which I took many, many bubble baths...
...and sometimes, kitties took naps under.
And then there was the "second bedroom." Now, by most standards this was a closet.
One not-forgotten-about thing about living on LaSalle Street (other than the fact that real estate agents lie like sound-absorbing rugs in rent-controlled closets that you can put your baby in) was that it was super close to Dinosaur BBQ. They've recently moved across the street (to a new site which seats 30 more hungry clients and will have outdoor seating in better weather) and are now in that weird area under the bridge on 125 near Fairway (don't even get me started on how awesome having Fairway as my main grocery store was--except for the walk back up the Tiemann Place hill carrying way too many impulse purchases).
Dinosaur is definitely a place I would take visitors who craved ribs. I can't tell you if the brisket is any good because I just get sucked in by the ribs every time. The sides are awesome, too. I love the sauteed greens (which are vegetarian, vegetarian people!) and the mac & cheese and the Syracuse Salt Potatoes. And they have a super beer menu. And it is festive; there is a painting of pigs, a steer, a goat and some dinosaurs playing cards! (That seems like the very definition of festive.)
And did I mention the ribs?
Sigh. I miss living way down on 125th. James took this great photo of me at Dinosaur once, and you can tell I am super happy (even though I lived in Wisconsin at the time and am probably just happy to be in NYC).
He also took this one of CRD, but CRD looks more pirate than happy.
Happiness means different things to different people.