Some more from New York’s Bartender’s skills with a Manhatten, who, tired of treating Perth as his private colony of seamonkeys, turns his gaze to his own patch. Jeez, if he has to resort to CAPITALS for what still looks like a pleasant enough place, then imagine if he saw Darch! Or even Mt Lawley! BTW, see me in the comments here, barking at Perth architects to stop with the excuses. The consensus seems to be that it is the clients fault that they are making bad buildings.
Greetings from the Village of Port Ewen, a historic hamlet on the banks of the Hudson that has done EVERY SINGLE THING IT CAN TO REDUCE ITS VISUAL APPEAL AND HISTORIC CHARACTER TO ZERO. Landmarks bulldozed, churches set ablaze, hideous developments, tacky civic “improvements,” political corruption, garbage-barge commercialism – you name it, it’s here!
First up–an Italian restaurant a few doors down from Van Loan’s (featured in TWoP’s first HRV chapter) I wish I could say the food is good.
This is the front lawn of the house next door.
And this is the house across the street. I am afraid my crappy picture does not do justice to this sham castle, which is built out of tarpaper and fake wrought iron, and which incorporates the house next door, whose former inhabitants moved away in disgust. (Jeez Bartender, it looks pretty good for tarpaper! TLA)
No idea. Main Street, Port Ewen.
Perhaps the worst of the worst. Until this year, the two beautiful buildings on this sign, one of which dated to 1739, stood side by side on Main Street. Until they were torn down by a bank for a drive-through branch. And commemorated with the above plaque.
A better example of “this great thing used to be here until we destroyed it!” I have yet to see.
It literally makes me ill every time I drive past this.
We have but scratched the surface of Port Ewen, perhaps one of the region’s greatest piles of Worst.