Scenes Of Queens: Fuck Yo Pizzeria Asshole

This scene is located in Rockaway Beach

Excuse me, what did you fucking say to me?

That’s what I thought you fucking said. Like I would throw any self-respect or dignity I have to wait and get a table at your fucking pretentious, fucking expensive, fucking overrated restaurant.

And besides, I don’t think I would ever patronage a junkyard looking faux dive like this with two zombie houses 20 feet away across the street, covered in filth, weeds and graffiti. Not even tasteful graffiti, but I’m sure it fits in with the pizzeria’s vicarious ghetto/hardcore/outlaw motif.

Maybe the dear proprietor was addressing this poor man here, who is enjoying a libation behind a zombie piano.

Behind the idiotic drive-in billboard there seems to be an elaborate stage set up, so this restaurant is also a concert venue as well.

And there’s also this thing, which is a recording studio/hostel and it looks more menacing than those abandoned houses. Looks like this faux dive pizzeria and this are connected in some way. Sounds like a good way to conjure a music scene out of thin air that would not have a chance in any semblance of a society or in hell.

Anyway, this pizzeria is owned by this chef who made himself at home on the peninsula by being a boorish cock, cursing out customers, stealing an oven when his place shut down at a hotel down the block, and got kicked out of the lame Riis Park Beach Bazaar for blasting obscene music. Yet he’s still managed to find success in Rockaway and now has this huge corner commercial space. Only in this new version of New York City can a person this obnoxious can make a name for himself here, where recidivist criminal behavior not only by common skells but mostly by the ruling class is permitted and rewarded. But that is what that is and it’s not gonna change. He’s probably a good chef but he sucks as shit at fomenting this faux outlaw punk rock vibe for his establishment.

Anyway, this place gives me the creeps, good riddance.

 

 

Scenes Of Queens: Vaccine Bussing Bust

This scene takes place in South Richmond Hill, Liberty Ave. and Lefferts Blvd.

The sight was quite incredible and truly unexpected.

Two massive vaccine buses giving out two vaccines, one for the two-dose Pfizer and the other for the one-shot Johnsons

Only one problem…

Nobody was doing it.

After spending about an hour scoping this out, zero people lined up to get vaccinated.

 Little Guyana is one of the areas currently with the highest COVID infection rates in Southside Queens and likely also one of the top ranked areas in vaccine hesitancy among it’s residents.

The Blaz, a disaster of a mayor and selfish human being, has been talking about equity regarding these vaccines for months and even by sending two mobile vac sites he is still failing his constituents, mainly because the city has not made an effort to inform people of the side effects and there is zero data about re-infections after vaccinations.

What’s interesting about this over-deployment of vac buses is why send two to this one spot instead of sending one of these mobile sites to other neighborhoods with higher COVID infections and hesitancy and lack of available vac sites, notably in other lower income Southside Queens enclaves like Far Rockaway? I guess because of the demographics there is higher chance for the India-based Delta Variant of COVID-19 to spread or maybe it was because the Blaz was on this block a few weeks ago for a street renaming event.

It’s easy to see why the Blaz and his NYC Dept of Health desperately overcompensated to get residents around Little Guyana inoculated and why vaccine equity is all performance, because they have been more concerned with getting tourist destination areas clear of COVID spread first, notably in Times Square by opening up a vac site on Broadway complete with a musical performance to entertain the Blaz and his elite producers, hospitality CEO buddies and Lin Miranda Manuel. And has is typical of the Blaz’s touch of failure, this site is now out of commission because the contractor fucked up and let vaccines spoil. The Blaz also sent, make that used the mobile vac buses mostly as promotional events when he showed up at an event featuring his fauxgressive ally Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez in Jackson Heights and other stops in the West and East Village in Manhattan so his son Dante got to promote his side hustle DJ act.

 Not much is known how many people got the jabs ever since these buses have been on the streets in the last few months. Looking at this, it gives the impression that it might be on the block for about a week but it was only set up for one day. Although the sight of these buses should give a sense of confidence, it’s ultimately wasteful to send them on the same day the primary election races for Mayor, City Council and Borough President is going on and extremely insulting how late the city took getting at least one bus to this area after months of being one of the city’s highest infected enclaves.

This scene in Queens looks more another exhibition of equity than it is for public health equity and it’s also another exhibition of the mayor’s persistent profligate spending of city tax dollars. Which ultimately results in more passive disenfranchisement of city services.

 

 

Scenes Of Queens: Rebel With A Pause

This scene is on Cross Bay Blvd. at a commercial building in Ozone Park

The Greaser/James Dean statue

Queens Chronicle

Residents of Ozone Park and Howard Beach tend to be familiar with one of the area’s most conspicuous oddities, the greaser on the clock.

Hoisted up on an office building along Cross Bay Boulevard, a statue of a ’50s greaser clad in blue jeans — hands thrust into the pockets of a black leather jacket — leans back on the brick facade of a law office at 109th Avenue.

What they might not know is that the figure was put there by George Schneider, the longstanding member of the business community in charge of Schneider Real Estate.

Schneider died on May 2 at 87 years old. He is survived by his wife, Mary Ann, his daughters Linda Schneider Bancalari and Debbie Ann Schneider, stepson Raymond Simpson and seven grandchildren.

The real estate entrepreneur was born and raised in Richmond Hill and lived in Howard Beach and Ozone Park for most of his adult life, before moving to Long Island in his old age. He began his Ozone Park-based business in 1955.

Schneider Real Estate turned into a recognizable name in South Queens, and even extended into a mini-business empire in the neighborhood. Its original quarters were located around 107th and Cross Bay Boulevard, where Schneider had set up a number of different businesses in his namesake: Schneider Travel and Schneider Insurance, in addition to a building that morphed over time from ice cream stand to consignment store among other businesses.

His daughter Debbie Ann Schneider still lives in a Schneider Real Estate home that she inherited from her dad.

“The people that are on my block, they’re like, ‘Your dad sold this one to that person and that one to this other person.’ But everybody comes back to the man on the building,” she said, referring to the greaser statue.

Next to Schneider Insurance, Debbie Ann said that her father used to put out dune buggies and hot rod cars to attract attention.

For the real estate company he wanted to get a statue of a burglar. “Like a robber — stealing — like we’ll steal a house for you, it’ll be so cheap,” Debbie Ann said. But when he couldn’t find a statue of a cat burglar, he went with another symbol of a lawless antihero: a member of the greaser gang subculture that gained prominence in the ’50s.

Many call it the James Dean statue, after the “Rebel Without a Cause” star.

“His main objective was so that people would stop and look at it, you know? And it worked,” Debbie Ann said.