I love how even a tiny triangular plot of land that isn’t developed in NYC will somehow get named a park! In the case of this 0.10 acre plot, is named after a pastor who died in 1946. Well I don’t know if I’d quite call it a park, but then again after a night-of-joy, you’ll surely appreciate a respite from trying to ride your fixed gear bicycle down Lorimer in a perhaps not so inebriated state.