Jarred's place is basically a self-contained, private studio with everything but the kitchen sink – okay, everything but the kitchen – though it did include an Igloo "Retro" mini-fridge. (Whose uncanny resemblance to the classic fire-engine-red Coca-Cola coolers of yore – right down to the bottle opener on the side – while no doubt entirely coincidental, struck a chord of nostalgia since I lived on the stuff for decades. But enough about me :) There's plenty of space, a desk, clothes hangers, and a garden-level window for some daylight. Ceiling panels in a few locations drop 3-5 inches below the nominal 6 feet (edged with red tape in the photos), and these are where tallish folk need to wine up dem waist and limbo down. The bathroom is modern and comfortable, in warm tones, with a wide sink, expansive mirror, and unconscionably roomy tiled shower. Jarred was great – it's hard to imagine a better airbnb host: positive and upbeat, focused and thorough in communication, and flexible about booking. He ensured I was in possession of all necessaries and assorted sundries, and checked in from time to time on general principle. When there was a drain problem after a rainstorm, the only issue during a several-week stay, Jarred seriously hustled to get everything running ship-shape again. Streetwise™ notes: You're right around the corner from the "Knickerbocker" stop on the M train: this runs straight through midtown Manhattan on weekdays, with limited reach other times; the "Myrtle-Wyckoff" L/M stop is an all-hours backup. Knickerbocker Avenue, the longest one-word street name in Brooklyn, salutes the fictional Dutch author of "A History of New York," an elaborate literary spoof by Washington Irving (featuring a pre-release viral marketing campaign – insofar as marketing could go viral in the early 19th century – similar to the "found footage" concept of films like "Blair Witch Project"). Running parallel to Knickerbocker is Irving Avenue, in a double shout-out to Mr. Irving, and bridging the two is Bleecker Street, named for Irving's crony Anthony Bleecker, of the wealthy Manhattan land-holding Bleeckers. Without disclosing the exact location, it's safe to say Jarred's place is at the very epicenter of this convocation of historical personalities (check out the "Myrtle-Knickerbocker" page on the "Forgotten New York" website for more background on the area).