I've never been this far on Bloomfield Ave., not even in a car. It's starting to look less like an interesting street and more like a highway - car dealerships on either side, a grassy median, and no real sidewalk. I'm starting to wonder if this road ever comes to an end.
There was one sort of interesting thing - Uptown Country Furniture and Accessories, at 1221. The store itself wasn't unusual, but the buildings were very odd and not something you'd expect to see on Bloomfield Ave. The main building looks like a wooden farmhouse, and out back are two stables, or something, with a dusty gravel driove. Everything looks old and weathered, like something transplanted from an old western movie set. I expect a horse to come trotting out from somewhere. What is this doing here? And what the heck is "uptown country" - isn't that an oxymoron?
Another diner - the Cutting Board Deli and Grill, at 1275. Hey, I like diners, and you kind of have to stretch to find something interesting here.
And finally, the mighty Passaic River. Mighty is a joke. The river itself is kind of a joke, because it's so dirty, from New York City dumping its sewage in it during the 19th century, that the only people who get near it are professional rowers.
There was one sort of interesting thing - Uptown Country Furniture and Accessories, at 1221. The store itself wasn't unusual, but the buildings were very odd and not something you'd expect to see on Bloomfield Ave. The main building looks like a wooden farmhouse, and out back are two stables, or something, with a dusty gravel driove. Everything looks old and weathered, like something transplanted from an old western movie set. I expect a horse to come trotting out from somewhere. What is this doing here? And what the heck is "uptown country" - isn't that an oxymoron?
Another diner - the Cutting Board Deli and Grill, at 1275. Hey, I like diners, and you kind of have to stretch to find something interesting here.
And finally, the mighty Passaic River. Mighty is a joke. The river itself is kind of a joke, because it's so dirty, from New York City dumping its sewage in it during the 19th century, that the only people who get near it are professional rowers.
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