Forget Rent-Controlled, This NYC Apartment Needs a Rent-Controlled COUNTRY
So, you're thinking of moving to the Big Apple? Craving those bright lights, that bodega breakfast, and a shoebox apartment the size of your grandma's walk-in closet? Well, buckle up, buttercup, because we're about to talk about an apartment that'll make your rent-controlled shoebox look like a palace (comparatively speaking).
Not Your Average Studio
We're not talking about some fancy-pants doorman building with a "state-of-the-art" gym that consists of a single treadmill and a dusty yoga mat. Oh, no. We're venturing into the stratosphere of luxury living, a place where bathtubs are bigger than your current apartment and balconies have their own zip codes.
Behold! The Central Park Tower Penthouse
This my friends, is the most expensive apartment in New York City, and possibly the entire concept of "rent." Clocking in at a cool $250 million, this penthouse makes diamonds look like pebbles on the sidewalk.
But wait, there's more! (Because of course there is). Let's peek behind the velvet curtain and see what this ungodly sum gets you:
- A view that would make Zeus jealous: Perched atop the Central Park Tower, this penthouse boasts panoramic views that stretch from Wall Street to, well, probably Wall Street again. You can see your future therapist's office from up there!
- More square footage than Rhode Island (well, almost): At a staggering 17,500 square feet, this apartment is practically its own small town. You could get lost wandering from the kitchen to the living room, and that's not even including the private outdoor terrace.
- Enough bathrooms to house a Roman emperor's entourage: We're talking seven bedrooms and eleven bathrooms. That's more bathrooms than most people have rooms in their entire apartment.
So, who can afford this little slice of heaven (or tax write-off), you ask? Probably not you (or me, or anyone we know). This palatial penthouse is more likely to be snapped up by a billionaire who collects yachts like Pokemon cards.
But hey, a man can dream, right? So, the next time you're staring longingly out your window at that brick wall, just close your eyes and picture yourself sipping champagne on your private terrace, overlooking the entirety of New York City. It's practically free, if you don't factor in the cost of therapy.
