Housing/Rent NY: This Is How Landlords Eliminate Affordable Housing In The Bronx

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Aristides Guzman outside 1111 Gerard Avenue (Steven Wishnia / Gothamist)


In the depths of the crack era, 1111 Gerard Avenue was an oasis in the Bronx. “When I first moved here in 1991, the building was beautiful,” says Abigail Diaz. “If they saw the floor needed polishing, they would do it.”

While the residents of 70-year-old tenements nearby were shivering without heat in the winter and worried about their kids being poisoned by lead-paint dust, 1111 Gerard, which sits on the slope between the Grand Concourse and Jerome Avenue, was brand new.

At a time when the 44th Precinct averaged one murder every four days, the building had video security, so residents could look on Channel 8 to see who was ringing their buzzer. There was a playground out back with slides and monkey bars. And in order to receive tax breaks from the 421(a) program, the owners agreed to set rents low and keep it rent-stabilized for the next 25 years. You could rent one of the 122 apartments for around $400 a month.

Now, Diaz says, “the building is disgusting.” The playground is gone, and kids play soccer in the back yard between fat piles of garbage bags. The side doors are unlocked, and a stairwell reeks of urine, somewhere between human and feline. In the last year, the landlord has been raising rents by as much as 40 percent.

“They have added over $200 for a one-year lease,” says Jacqueline Yeborah, a Ghana-born mother of three young children who had her rent raised last month from $988 to $1,195. If she had wanted to sign a two-year lease, she says, it would have gone up $400.

Yeborah’s apartment is supposed to be rent-stabilized, so the maximum legal increase should have been less than $10 for one year and about $27 for two years. She says the landlord told her the tax-subsidy restrictions were “no longer in effect.”

Last week, 18 tenants filed a lawsuit in Bronx Supreme Court accusing the owner, Shree Ganesh Bronx LLC, of illegally raising their rents. They want the court to rule that the apartments are still rent-stabilized and order the owner, a Long Island-based firm that bought the building in 2010 for $8.6 million, to reimburse tenants for overcharges. The owner has until the end of the month to file a response.


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Trash piles up behind 111 Gerard (Steven Wishnia / Gothamist)


The status of 1111 Gerard Avenue is not typical of rent-stabilized buildings, but it is an example of the many methods landlords use to jack rents up beyond the legal limit.

A 2011 survey by the housing-activist group Make the Road New York found that at least 45 percent of the 200 apartments in its sample had illegally high rents—and those were all apartments that were still rent-stabilized, and where the landlord had registered the rent history with the state.

Ironically, Shree Ganesh Bronx could have begun deregulating the building legally in 2017, when the tax subsidies expire, if it had followed proper procedures, says Carolyn Norton of Legal Services NYC, a lawyer representing the tenants.

“It’s not that this building could stay rent-stabilized forever, but the landlord didn’t follow the rules,” she says. “Their apartments should be rent-stabilized as long as they live there.”

First, Norton says, in buildings that will become deregulated once tax breaks expire, landlords are required to warn tenants every time they renew their leases that their rents will not be permanently limited. The owners of 1111 Gerard never did, she says, and the penalty for that is that apartments must be kept rent-stabilized as long as the current tenant lives there.

Second, Norton claims that the building’s owners have been unlawfully registering its rents with the state housing agency since it opened, listing them as much more than the tenant was actually paying. In 1991, she explains, the original owner registered a $407 apartment at $703. This is a common scam used to make massive rent increases look legal. If the market won’t bear higher rents, the landlord can charge a lower “preferential rent,” and then whack the tenant with a bigger increase when the market goes up.

The southwestern portion of the Bronx is one of the city’s lowest-rent neighborhoods, but that might very well change in the near future. Mayor Bill de Blasio’s administration is planning to rezone the Jerome Avenue area, as part of its strategy to stimulate affordable-housing construction by allowing luxury high-rises in working-poor neighborhoods with good subway access and then mandating that some of the units built rent for lower rates.

Meanwhile, Yankee Stadium is a few blocks away, and the Grand Concourse, a boulevard dubbed “the Champs-Elysees of the Bronx” in the 1930s, would be ripe for gentrification if the neighborhood is deemed “hot.”

“We don’t hate landlords. We just want them to follow the rules,” says Emmanuel Yusuf, 71, a retired photographer originally from Nigeria who has lived in the building for 18 years. Shree Ganesh Bronx tried to raise his rent from $746 to $1,100, he says, putting an addendum on his lease that said the building is no longer rent-stabilized. So far, he’s refused to pay.

Dorcas Anponsah, a Ghanaian immigrant, said she hasn’t signed her lease yet because of the increase. But Aristides Guzman, who lives with his 84-year-old mother, said he felt he had no choice when their rent was raised from $779 to $1,000: “You have to pay the rent.”

For many of the tenants, those rent increases are the last straw piled on top of years of bad maintenance and reduced amenities.

“They put the garbage close to the building and the kids don’t have a place to play,” says Guzman. “They’re not taking care. They only want the money. You come here at night, you can see a thousand rats.”

A group walks around the building, pointing out the wide-open side doors, the holes in the fence, the ratholes in the backyard, and the parking lot once reserved for residents. It's since been sold to a private owner who rents the spaces to Yankees fans. They say the fans often take advantage of the open doors to piss out the stadium’s $6 beers in the stairwells after games.

“The elevators are out every week. People are getting stuck,” says Marjorie King. And with the video security broken on her side of the building, “I don’t know who’s ringing my buzzer. People have to call me out the window to get in.”

Tenants say there has been at least one rape in the building in the last few years, but an NYPD spokesperson said there are no reports of any in the last five.

The basement community rooms, formerly used for meetings, an after-school program for children, and parties, are no longer available, says Emmanuel Yusuf. They and the storage rooms have been converted to apartments, tenants say.

Dorcas Anponsah says the landlord wanted to charge $25 to fix her leaking toilet. Jacqueline Yeborah says hers has needed repairs for years. “They have no respect for us. No dignity,” she says.

“This building used to be something," says Abigail Diaz. "We’ve got to get it back to what it was.”

http://gothamist.com/2015/08/18/bronx_housing_greed.php
 
The Bronx is about to be Manhattan north. Wait until the Hipsters take it over like they doing Brooklyn.

I don't know if it will ever get to Brooklyn's level due to its distance from the city. Maybe the south Bronx but the entire borough, na. For example, it could can take an hour to get from the BX to wall street via train while it take just a half an hour to get from East NY to Wall Street. It's a ton of hipsters moving near Broadway Junction because of that. No matter how seedy the area looks
 
The Bronx is about to be Manhattan north. Wait until the Hipsters take it over like they doing Brooklyn.
cacs trying to go downtown not up...the city would actually have to care about the bx first..mad of their train stations and buses would have to get fixed first b4 the cac movement
 
Don't care about the Bx. If You cannot afford it you should stay what ever continent or country you were born in.
 
cacs trying to go downtown not up...the city would actually have to care about the bx first..mad of their train stations and buses would have to get fixed first b4 the cac movement
its already happening - peep rent prices along the 6 4 and 5 trains

another trick is a lot of management companies have been letting a lot of apartments sit empty for the last year - keeping inventory tight allowing rents to jump
 
Y'all forget that the Bronx is also a middle area between Westchester & the city & still has access to the Metro North in some spots. I can see a people moving down to the Bronx for the lower rent & insurance rates.
 
South Bronx definitely. i lived on 164th and Sheridan for awhile. it was nothing to get to Chambers St. plus, those old buildings/apartments in the Bronx are mad big.

I don't know if it will ever get to Brooklyn's level due to its distance from the city. Maybe the south Bronx but the entire borough, na. For example, it could can take an hour to get from the BX to wall street via train while it take just a half an hour to get from East NY to Wall Street. It's a ton of hipsters moving near Broadway Junction because of that. No matter how seedy the area looks
 
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Aug. 30, 2021

For 25 years, Kiera Coffee has lived in an apartment that she originally couldn’t afford.
“I loved it immediately,” she said. “You know when you walk in a place and that happens? My whole body sighed with relief.”

Part of it was the nature of the space — all the light pouring through the seven tall windows that reached up to the 12-foot ceilings — but it was also the warmth of the landlord, Silla Pierre.

She was there when Ms. Coffee arrived with a real estate agent at the brownstone in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn, in the spring of 1996. Ms. Pierre, a native of Trinidad who was 70 at the time, stood in front of the house, which she’d owned since 1975,
surrounded by the garden she kept at the entrance. Ms. Pierre lived in the garden apartment, provided the parlor floor to her extended family and rented the top three floors, each as single units.

It was the apartment above the parlor floor that was available — where Ms. Coffee, who was 27, felt so at peace — but then the agent told her the rent.

“You set these limits on what you can afford, and real estate agents don’t listen to you at all,” she said, laughing. “When the agent told me how much this place was, I was crestfallen.” She had to walk away.
But the next day she got a call from Ms. Pierre, asking how much she could afford. “I told her $900 was the top of my budget,” said Ms. Coffee, who works as a freelance prop stylist and writer. “She said to me, ‘I’ll meet you where you’re at.’”

Just as she was coming to terms with not getting the apartment, the place was suddenly hers. “I never asked Silla,” she said, “but I think one of the reasons she came down on the rent for me is because her apartment is open most of the time and she needed someone she could trust.”
$2,100 | Prospect Heights, Brooklyn
Kiera Coffee, 52
Occupation: Prop stylist and writer
Memorable gig: Ms. Coffee, who writes about design, worked on a story about incarcerated women decorating their prison cells. “I ended up doing a writing workshop with some of the women I met,” she said.
Favorite time in New York: After nearly three decades in Brooklyn, watching the borough become more crowded, Ms. Coffee relishes a walk on a holiday weekend when others have fled the city. “I say to myself, ‘Oh, this is what it used to be like,’” she said. “I miss the quiet.”

Ms. Coffee, who grew up in the Bronx and is the granddaughter of Polish immigrants, started building on the trust that Ms. Pierre had established with everyone who shared the brownstone — not just the Pierre family, but the two other tenants living above, who also paid below-market rent.

They helped each other in the small ways that make life in New York easier, with daily tasks like managing alternate-side parking and package deliveries. And they all benefited from Ms. Pierre’s decision to pack as much community into her building as she could, rather than trying to extract the maximum capital out of it.



Today, the same three tenants still live in the building. Why would they leave? They found a Brooklyn unicorn: comfortable digs on a tree-lined street, with thoughtful neighbors and a generous landlord.

Image
Credit...Tom Sibley for The New York Times
Image
Credit...Tom Sibley for The New York Times
The brownstone is well maintained, with ornamental wood finishes preserved throughout and new windows installed on every floor. The rent has gone up incrementally over the years, but Ms. Coffee knows that what she currently pays — $2,100 a month — remains well below the market rate. Instead, Ms.

Pierre kept everyone in the building for decades, maintaining respectful boundaries and sharing intimate moments.

Over time, Ms. Coffee learned to tell her fellow tenants apart by the weight of their footsteps in the hallway, and she remembers the night when one of them lost his wife and sat on the stairs, weeping while he waited for the ambulance.

Once, when Ms. Coffee became particularly ill, her neighbors noticed that she was looking gaunt and checked in on her. Ms. Pierre let her hold tag sales on the stoop, and everyone in the building has been patient when she has to store large props for her styling work in the hallway.

At one point, Ms. Coffee took note of Ms. Pierre’s abiding faith in luck and included a lottery ticket with the January rent. “She liked it so much,” Ms. Coffee said, that “I kept it going for a while.” One January when Ms. Coffee didn’t include a lottery ticket, Ms. Pierre returned the favor and took over the tradition. “Every year, still,” she said. “I’ve received a lottery ticket in my mail slot every January.”

Two of Ms. Pierre’s grandsons live in the building. One of them, Jason Pierre, 47, is a teacher in the South Bronx, at Mott Hall Charter School. “The building is family,” he said. “Thanksgiving,

Christmas, birthdays — everyone comes down and gets a plate. It’s family. Everybody knows everybody. Most of the time when I run into Kiera, I’m on the stoop. I’m out there reading or having friends over.”

The stoop is where Ms. Coffee, now 52, got to know Mr. Pierre as a teenager. She remembers the early days of going out at 2 a.m. to ask him and his friends to quiet down. They usually obliged.

“Now, when I think back on those times,” she said, “I realize I was only thinking about my situation and I wasn’t thinking about their situation. Here’s this gated, delineated area where Silla’s grandkids are totally safe.

They’re free to be there, and no one’s going to bother them. I’m sure she’d prefer them to do that — noisy or not — than go somewhere else.”
Now Ms. Coffee is a stoop regular. “We’ve watched each other change — a lot,” she said. “We see each other every day, so you just don’t notice the passage of time.”
Image

Credit...Tom Sibley for The New York Times
In June, Ms. Coffee heard Stevie Wonder blasting from the downstairs windows as the family celebrated Ms. Pierre’s 95th birthday. A few weeks after that, on July 25, she heard an ambulance around 10 p.m. She was used to ambulances barreling down nearby Carlton Street, but this one turned onto her street and stopped.

Ms. Coffee went to the window and saw emergency personnel approaching Ms. Pierre’s apartment. Ms. Pierre had been ill for a few days and now her heart had stopped.


“I couldn’t leave the window,” Ms. Coffee said. “I had to watch. I saw her come out, on a stretcher. Apparently they revived her nine times, and she just kept coming back.”

But when Ms. Pierre arrived at the hospital, her heart stopped again and wouldn’t restart.
“It was as if this incredible quiet descended on the building,” Ms. Coffee said. “There was a hole. Everyone was quiet.”

She expected that Ms. Pierre’s family would immediately gather to mourn and celebrate their matriarch. “I thought there’d be tons of relatives coming over, but that wasn’t the case. It was super still, almost eerily quiet. Silla was in the building every minute for the past two years.

She only left for the doctor, and even that didn’t happen often, because she hated going to the doctor,” Ms. Coffee said. “She was always in the house — you just knew she was there. And now she wasn’t.”

A couple of weeks after Ms. Pierre’s passing, a postal worker stopped Ms. Coffee on the street, recognizing her as a tenant. He wanted to talk about her old landlord. “I said, ‘Oh, you knew Silla.’ And he said, ‘Yeah, she used to cook for me.’ This kind of conversation on the block, I’m telling you, it’s been happening repeatedly. She was a big presence and she left this big hole.”

In the past few weeks, Ms. Coffee said, things have been “tiptoeing back to normalcy,” but the family is still sorting through what to do with the building. “Nothing’s going to happen for a while,” she said. “I don’t think they’ve changed a thing in her room. They’re just not there yet.”

For now, the brownstone remains a home for everyone that Silla Pierre brought together.
“My grandmother was very understanding,” Mr. Pierre said. “Her mantra was, ‘Everybody’s got to live.’ We had a lot of discussion over the years, where we would tell her, ‘Look, the building needs to be repaired, we have to match the market rent-wise.’ And she would always say, ‘No, everybody has to live, everybody has to survive.’”


He added: “There was no stopping her. She was a strong-willed West Indian woman. She cared about people and made sure everybody was always taken care of.”
 
Aug. 30, 2021

For 25 years, Kiera Coffee has lived in an apartment that she originally couldn’t afford.
“I loved it immediately,” she said. “You know when you walk in a place and that happens? My whole body sighed with relief.”

Part of it was the nature of the space — all the light pouring through the seven tall windows that reached up to the 12-foot ceilings — but it was also the warmth of the landlord, Silla Pierre.

She was there when Ms. Coffee arrived with a real estate agent at the brownstone in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn, in the spring of 1996. Ms. Pierre, a native of Trinidad who was 70 at the time, stood in front of the house, which she’d owned since 1975,
surrounded by the garden she kept at the entrance. Ms. Pierre lived in the garden apartment, provided the parlor floor to her extended family and rented the top three floors, each as single units.

It was the apartment above the parlor floor that was available — where Ms. Coffee, who was 27, felt so at peace — but then the agent told her the rent.

“You set these limits on what you can afford, and real estate agents don’t listen to you at all,” she said, laughing. “When the agent told me how much this place was, I was crestfallen.” She had to walk away.
But the next day she got a call from Ms. Pierre, asking how much she could afford. “I told her $900 was the top of my budget,” said Ms. Coffee, who works as a freelance prop stylist and writer. “She said to me, ‘I’ll meet you where you’re at.’”

Just as she was coming to terms with not getting the apartment, the place was suddenly hers. “I never asked Silla,” she said, “but I think one of the reasons she came down on the rent for me is because her apartment is open most of the time and she needed someone she could trust.”
$2,100 | Prospect Heights, Brooklyn
Kiera Coffee, 52
Occupation: Prop stylist and writer
Memorable gig: Ms. Coffee, who writes about design, worked on a story about incarcerated women decorating their prison cells. “I ended up doing a writing workshop with some of the women I met,” she said.
Favorite time in New York: After nearly three decades in Brooklyn, watching the borough become more crowded, Ms. Coffee relishes a walk on a holiday weekend when others have fled the city. “I say to myself, ‘Oh, this is what it used to be like,’” she said. “I miss the quiet.”

Ms. Coffee, who grew up in the Bronx and is the granddaughter of Polish immigrants, started building on the trust that Ms. Pierre had established with everyone who shared the brownstone — not just the Pierre family, but the two other tenants living above, who also paid below-market rent.

They helped each other in the small ways that make life in New York easier, with daily tasks like managing alternate-side parking and package deliveries. And they all benefited from Ms. Pierre’s decision to pack as much community into her building as she could, rather than trying to extract the maximum capital out of it.



Today, the same three tenants still live in the building. Why would they leave? They found a Brooklyn unicorn: comfortable digs on a tree-lined street, with thoughtful neighbors and a generous landlord.

Image
Credit...Tom Sibley for The New York Times
Image
Credit...Tom Sibley for The New York Times
The brownstone is well maintained, with ornamental wood finishes preserved throughout and new windows installed on every floor. The rent has gone up incrementally over the years, but Ms. Coffee knows that what she currently pays — $2,100 a month — remains well below the market rate. Instead, Ms.

Pierre kept everyone in the building for decades, maintaining respectful boundaries and sharing intimate moments.

Over time, Ms. Coffee learned to tell her fellow tenants apart by the weight of their footsteps in the hallway, and she remembers the night when one of them lost his wife and sat on the stairs, weeping while he waited for the ambulance.

Once, when Ms. Coffee became particularly ill, her neighbors noticed that she was looking gaunt and checked in on her. Ms. Pierre let her hold tag sales on the stoop, and everyone in the building has been patient when she has to store large props for her styling work in the hallway.

At one point, Ms. Coffee took note of Ms. Pierre’s abiding faith in luck and included a lottery ticket with the January rent. “She liked it so much,” Ms. Coffee said, that “I kept it going for a while.” One January when Ms. Coffee didn’t include a lottery ticket, Ms. Pierre returned the favor and took over the tradition. “Every year, still,” she said. “I’ve received a lottery ticket in my mail slot every January.”

Two of Ms. Pierre’s grandsons live in the building. One of them, Jason Pierre, 47, is a teacher in the South Bronx, at Mott Hall Charter School. “The building is family,” he said. “Thanksgiving,

Christmas, birthdays — everyone comes down and gets a plate. It’s family. Everybody knows everybody. Most of the time when I run into Kiera, I’m on the stoop. I’m out there reading or having friends over.”

The stoop is where Ms. Coffee, now 52, got to know Mr. Pierre as a teenager. She remembers the early days of going out at 2 a.m. to ask him and his friends to quiet down. They usually obliged.

“Now, when I think back on those times,” she said, “I realize I was only thinking about my situation and I wasn’t thinking about their situation. Here’s this gated, delineated area where Silla’s grandkids are totally safe.

They’re free to be there, and no one’s going to bother them. I’m sure she’d prefer them to do that — noisy or not — than go somewhere else.”
Now Ms. Coffee is a stoop regular. “We’ve watched each other change — a lot,” she said. “We see each other every day, so you just don’t notice the passage of time.”
Image

Credit...Tom Sibley for The New York Times
In June, Ms. Coffee heard Stevie Wonder blasting from the downstairs windows as the family celebrated Ms. Pierre’s 95th birthday. A few weeks after that, on July 25, she heard an ambulance around 10 p.m. She was used to ambulances barreling down nearby Carlton Street, but this one turned onto her street and stopped.

Ms. Coffee went to the window and saw emergency personnel approaching Ms. Pierre’s apartment. Ms. Pierre had been ill for a few days and now her heart had stopped.


“I couldn’t leave the window,” Ms. Coffee said. “I had to watch. I saw her come out, on a stretcher. Apparently they revived her nine times, and she just kept coming back.”

But when Ms. Pierre arrived at the hospital, her heart stopped again and wouldn’t restart.
“It was as if this incredible quiet descended on the building,” Ms. Coffee said. “There was a hole. Everyone was quiet.”

She expected that Ms. Pierre’s family would immediately gather to mourn and celebrate their matriarch. “I thought there’d be tons of relatives coming over, but that wasn’t the case. It was super still, almost eerily quiet. Silla was in the building every minute for the past two years.

She only left for the doctor, and even that didn’t happen often, because she hated going to the doctor,” Ms. Coffee said. “She was always in the house — you just knew she was there. And now she wasn’t.”

A couple of weeks after Ms. Pierre’s passing, a postal worker stopped Ms. Coffee on the street, recognizing her as a tenant. He wanted to talk about her old landlord. “I said, ‘Oh, you knew Silla.’ And he said, ‘Yeah, she used to cook for me.’ This kind of conversation on the block, I’m telling you, it’s been happening repeatedly. She was a big presence and she left this big hole.”

In the past few weeks, Ms. Coffee said, things have been “tiptoeing back to normalcy,” but the family is still sorting through what to do with the building. “Nothing’s going to happen for a while,” she said. “I don’t think they’ve changed a thing in her room. They’re just not there yet.”

For now, the brownstone remains a home for everyone that Silla Pierre brought together.
“My grandmother was very understanding,” Mr. Pierre said. “Her mantra was, ‘Everybody’s got to live.’ We had a lot of discussion over the years, where we would tell her, ‘Look, the building needs to be repaired, we have to match the market rent-wise.’ And she would always say, ‘No, everybody has to live, everybody has to survive.’”


He added: “There was no stopping her. She was a strong-willed West Indian woman. She cared about people and made sure everybody was always taken care of.”
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South Bronx definitely. i lived on 164th and Sheridan for awhile. it was nothing to get to Chambers St. plus, those old buildings/apartments in the Bronx are mad big.

Yeah Mount Haven changed substantially in the five years since I posted that but the rest of the Bronx still the same and it's a damn shame.

Being a Brooklyn dude, I always appreciate how green the X was with all their parks. Mothefuckers just don't want to take care of it as a whole.
 
Rent is expensive because property is expensive. I bought my 1 family house in 2013 the value has almost doubled.
My little brother is getting a multi family property. An average house in a regular neighborhood. 3 bedrooms over 3 bedrooms over 2 bedrooms, a million fucking dollars. How is he going to afford his mortgage charging people $1000 for rent?
 
Rent is expensive because property is expensive. I bought my 1 family house in 2013 the value has almost doubled.
My little brother is getting a multi family property. An average house in a regular neighborhood. 3 bedrooms over 3 bedrooms over 2 bedrooms, a million fucking dollars. How is he going to afford his mortgage charging people $1000 for rent?

The reality is you shouldn't take on any property if your going to have issues paying the mortgage by yourself.
 
The Bronx is about to be Manhattan north. Wait until the Hipsters take it over like they doing Brooklyn.
facts....
i live in kingsbridge .. they doing all sorts of infastructure work aroubd here.....

the armory is a huge project.
from kingsbrdg on up is some of the BEST residential areas that are so nice its hard to believe you are in the bronx.
 
facts....
i live in kingsbridge .. they doing all sorts of infastructure work aroubd here.....

the armory is a huge project.
from kingsbrdg on up is some of the BEST residential areas that are so nice its hard to believe you are in the bronx.

I live up the hill in Riverdale and you're absolutely right. Kingsbridge is a low-key jewel
 
Does anyone think the government will eventually own all the homes/apartments in America?

We gotta be honest, capitalism is outta control and most people can't keep up.

What do you think? Does anyone see it happening one day?
 
facts....
i live in kingsbridge .. they doing all sorts of infastructure work aroubd here.....

the armory is a huge project.
from kingsbrdg on up is some of the BEST residential areas that are so nice its hard to believe you are in the bronx.

I plan on looking at a crib on the the 3400 block of Tibetts Ave. next week. My wife is open to moving to the Bronx. Love me a chop burger from the Riverdale Diner. Top 5 burgers in the US.
 
I plan on looking at a crib on the the 3400 block of Tibetts Ave. next week. My wife is open to moving to the Bronx. Love me a chop burger from the Riverdale Diner. Top 5 burgers in the US.

Real quiet block and quiet area in general. Riverdale Diner my spot to and the brew house down the block got some banging wings, Bronx Alehouse
 
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