So today I decided to find this place called Dorilton in New York. Yeah, sounds fancy, right? Figured it’d be a cool spot to check out. Grabbed my phone, shoved on my jacket, and headed out feeling kinda optimistic.
The First Try: Total Mess
Jumped on the subway, thinking it was probably uptown somewhere nice. Got off at the stop I thought made sense and started walking around. Looked for signs, asked a few people hurrying past – “Hey, know where Dorilton is?”. Got blank stares or quick “Nopes”. Not helpful at all. Felt like I was just spinning in circles. One guy muttered “Try the West Side?” but then rushed off.
Checked my phone maps next. Punched in “Dorilton New York”. Boom. Address pops up. Okay, fine. Didn’t look anything like what I pictured. Thought it might be some hidden gem, you know?
The Thing About the Address Itself
- It’s right there on Broadway: Yeah, apparently just sitting on a major street. Not tucked away.
- Hard to miss… if you look UP: The building is huge. Seriously old stone. Looks like a castle plopped down. Walked right past it twice because I was staring at street numbers and doors. Had to finally look WAY up.
- Doesn’t scream “cool hangout spot”: Honestly, it’s impressive, but it’s apartments? Residences? Whatever. Feels more like a museum exhibit than somewhere you just walk into.
- Finding the exact entrance took a minute: All that stonework, but the address marker? Small sign. Blink and you miss it. Stood there squinting.
- Surroundings are busy: Tons of traffic noise, people rushing everywhere. Not exactly a peaceful spot to stand and admire. You kinda have to dodge delivery guys.
So, What Actually Happened?
Finally found it. Stopped dead. Snapped a few pics like a tourist, which I totally was at that point. Stood there feeling… underwhelmed. Thought it would be something else entirely. It’s beautiful architecture, sure. Historic, they say. But cool place to find? Nah. Just feels like a grand old building lost in the modern city buzz. Asked myself “Why did I even bother coming here?” Walked around the block once, more to waste time than anything else. Realized I built it up way too much in my head. Laughed at myself a bit. Cussed mildly about the cold. Trudged back down the subway stairs, ready for a coffee way more than appreciating historic landmarks. Turns out, knowing where to find it is the easy part. Feeling anything special once you’re there? That’s a whole other story. Probably just fooling myself thinking it would be exciting.
