One of the many places in New York City that defies modernity, with pleasures abound.
No Tapas; No Indie Rock Taverns, just delights at every corning.
Hillside is a treat to be in. If it is Roti shops from Trinidad, or the Bangladesh halal butchers and grocers and restaurants, the Spanish/Dominican restaurants and bars, or the West Indie bars, Hillside beats the Lower East Side by far.
I visited the Hillside Inn, Jamaica Queens, NYC, last night. This holdout from decades, people might say is an eyesore, of Hillside Avenue. I am willing to expend energy to state with certainty, it is a cultural historical sight. The Hillside Inn is located just next to westerly F Train Station at 169 Street, on the south side of Hillside.
I found a mix of 40 something to 50 something friendly African American gentlemen, as well as a few friendly Dominican / Peurto Ricans. The bartender, a female of striking beauty, was the youngest and only female. I suppose that is the one qualification for ‘a dive’.
Prior to visiting the Hillside Inn, I walked east on Hillside towards the last F Train Station, desiring to head by bus in the direction of Lefferts Queens, to a Guyanese / Trididad dominated area for 2.50 beers in an atmosphere filled the West Indians, the sounds of Soaka and Hindi Bollywood Pop.
Surprisingly, I happened right into a Guyanese Bar Restaurant called Palm Court Lounge, with 3 dollar Buds/ Hinnies etc. and of course, Hindi Pop and towards their closing at 1 am, Soaka!
This area of Jamaica is a treat to be in, due to the overriding manifestation of Bangladesh, with some Pakistani and Hindi. The second tier is a mix of Dominican and Peurto Rican, African American, and West Indies.