My favorite spot is the waterfront. No wonder that I always prefer outdoors. The Hudson River and the New York City skyline melting altogether in a perfect blend of natural beauty and human engineering. During spring and summertime going sailing on the Hudson is awesome.
All the way downtown is the path train station with thousands people flowing through it every single day. However, it doesn't get as packed as the subway in New York City at rush hours.
Washington street is the center of commerce, restaurants, and bars. Hoboken's gastronomy is very diverse: Asian, European, Central and South American food gathered in a few blocks. Many restaurants already put tables outdoors which makes nightlife pretty intense. By the way, you can get the best pizza at the lowest price ever at Benny's place. On the other hand, Sparrows offers a very nice and wide selection of wine.
Spring has just arrived and with it the cherry blossom turning this little town indeed colorful.
The Hudson Tea Building is located uptown. It is a very expensive place with an extremely disappointing architecture.
The projects are located all the way back on the west side. Although the economic elites live in eternal denial, poverty is among us, sometimes overlooked but still out there.
Because of the artist community that used to live here and the convenient distance from Manhattan, yuppies started to move in during late nineties. The outcome was an insane increase for renting and most of the artists fled away. Reading The Hoboken Reporter I found out that Ted and Joe's, an Irish bar located on 11th and Park, closed because the owner could not afford the increase of his rent. Unfortunately, many places are closing for the same reason.
I still remember when I first got into Hoboken. It was a chilly rainy night. Next day, early in the morning, I went out for a walk. As I had a headache I stopped by Starbucks on 12th and Hudson just to get a small cup of coffee.
"Hi dude!, what'd you like?" the kid at the counter said.
"Just a cup of coffee" I replied.
"What size: tall, grande or venti?" he asked again.
And then I thought, "Damn, my English sucks!"