Flatiron, What?!

So I’m running around in Chelsea with Mr.T but I have no idea where I am. So, naturally, my clueless ass asks the native New Yorker (pronounced “New Yoahkah”. Yes? No? Dude, I can’t spell New York accents phonetically) where I am. He goes “Flatiron”. I’m like “Why is it called that?” Mr.T is clueless. … Continue reading