You can have your Ikeas, your Zipcars, your condos.
On a street named after a naval officer, just across the way from a famous Red Hook destination, stands a monument to the human spirit owned by a guy named Ralph.
Covered in nautical memorabilia and filled with the precious debris of ages, this place has long been where Ralph and his friends hang out, shoot pool, and sit in the shade watching those crazy newcomers flowing in from all over to the new thing-a-mag-jig across the street.
Here's to Ralph's place.
Photos by MK Metz