Prince Street

Yeah weird but on saturday I ended up in this area simply because I just got off the wrong stop on the train. Ended up having 8 other places to go on the day but went to some rich white person’s front yard and watched first half of US Soccer game on a big ass tv with speakers outside. It was pretty cool, anyone that walked by was welcomed to come there. I was all set too I had a ham and turkey sandwich with me and now I had aseat too. Shopping in the area is great too, BTW.

The number streets may offer easy navigation, the Village is home to a black hole where the number streets are all out of order. The Lower East Side has delis, tiny and good restaurants, roofdecks and dance parties. Chinatown has soup dumplings, and a haunted horseshoe-​shaped street called Doyers; Chelsea has Trailer Park Bar, an awesome NYSC, and its eponymous hotel and first daughter; the financial district has shiny new buildings, and TriBeCa has DeNiro. I love Ktown, of course, but I don’t want to live there. UWS and UES, you can have your Park. Midtown has… well, nothing.
Prince Street is my favorite street in all of New York.
Yes, my hood is touristy on weekends, but Spring Street takes more of a beating from weekend packs, and, on weekdays, Prince Street is heaven in Manhattan. I walk it back and forth a number of times every week. Head east on Prince, and I’m at my sidekick’s apartment. Everything in between – I never tire of.
Giant, white cast iron loft apartments to lust over; Mercer Kitchen is dark and cozy. One of the nicest J. Crew stores I’ve been in; Club Monaco might have something on sale. The Apple Store is in an old post office, and old men are sitting outside at Café Borgata with glass cups of cappuccino. Grab a BLT at M&O Market, pair with an iced coffee, hit the sidewalks. Rock and roll photos draw attention to the window of Morrison Hotel Gallery, and there are funny manties on display in Calvin Klein. Intermix, I’d buy what you’re selling for half of what you’re charging.
Street vendors are selling tiny cupcakes, hand-​made earrings and artwork made from maps. Face Stockholm, where I bought green-​whiteout nail polish as a 14-​year-​old. Prada: it’s fun to look in the windows. There’s a pack of models smoking outside Fanelli Café.
Cobblestones down the sidestreets, a mix of old and new. Nolita, an old church hidden behind a brick wall, make a turn and find the young designers’ market, Café Gitane, Emporio, or tens of tiny boutiques. You then get dropped off on the LES — restaurant supply shops, the New Museum, Whole Foods and Patricia Field. Here’s where Prince Street ends.