Hoboken?

Hoboken?

When one is struck by the word befuddled, one knows an adventure awaits. Cue Hoboken. My dear friend made the move from BK to Hoboken and in a short conversation: What are you doing Saturday? Nothing. Shall we? Yes, Please. I’m not opposed to coming to Hoboken, the fun Saturday night and my first trip to Hoboken, was hatched.

Upon driving from BK to Hoboken, after going through the Battery Tunnel and the Holland Tunnel, I arrived, as told by the painted sign which read HOBOKEN in big white letters on an overpass. The sign, was very hip and as this visualization simmered, a huge building read Hoboken Lofts For Sale and I accidentally was transported back to Williamsburg. After slowly halting at each STOP sign and being petrified to go through unable to tell if it was a 4 way stop sign or not, it was time to park. There is no parking unless you’re a resident but, if you look at the 4×6 sign a little closer, you will see in elfin print, that I actually had to exit my car to see, there is a 4 hour parking limit on non-residents.

My friend’s apartment building was 4 stories maybe, and looked very tiny from the outside. I walked into her apartment and contemplated whether or not I had drank Alice’s shrinking potion because this apartment was incongruously large compared to the outside. She pays the same rent she did in BK for an apartment that is literally 3 times the size. After admiring the space and her own private bathroom (go girl,) we decided to grab some food.

A short walk to the corner bar, I was again transported this time, to some Midwest locale. The bar, played all country music, had a mechanical bull, awesome mini burgers and all young white people (referred to as YWP herewith.) Hoboken en general, is all YWP. It is one of the strangest microcosms I’ve seen, besides Williamsburg and the other areas surrounding Williamsburg that everyone is getting pushed to. Ate burgers, was hit on by guys from PA, that were drawn like moths to a flame when they heard country music, observed the bar had Quinoa whiskey (great for my gluten free friend,) then left to avoid further awkward conversation (Want to party? Want to come to my house party? Want to play flip cup? No.)

We called for an Uber to take us to the next destination. The next bar was totally packed, just like every other bar, with YWP. Next bar was great for dancing and observing some more YWP and so was the next one after that. I was impressed with the variety of restaurants and bars, Hoboken overall has a really great vibe to it. The bar/restaurant scene reminds me of Bay Ridge another neighborhood with the YWP perusing the local watering holes. Walking around, one block was Fort Greene with the beautiful stone sidewalks, one block was Park Slope with some breathtaking Brownstones and ideal stoops for sitting, one block was BK Heights with Row and Carriage houses, a beautifully confused conglomeration.

Till next time Hoboken, this Nu thing must be revisited and researched immediately to curb my curiosity.