Astoria bloomed last night with Queens’ Garden Night, rooting NYC’s spring at a 30th Avenue bar. Grower Mia Chen potted herbs as 200 watched, a $10 ticket bash of dirt. It’s borough green—pure Queens vibe, soil hot. A kid nabbed a mint; a pro pruned a basil. ‘Queens grows—this is it,’ Chen says, watering trays. The room turned nursery.
The night’s fresh—March 19’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing stools by 7 p.m. Chen’s a LIC tiller; last night’s crowd hit max—leaves rustled. A latecomer nabbed a pot; chatter rose—NYC grit glowed. Runs one night—green ruled. #QueensGarden trended; Brooklyn wants a seed.
Some griped—’Too earthy,’ sniped a newbie, dodging clumps. Space pinched—latecomers stood; vibe held. A rival’s pitching a Flushing plot, splitting pots. Still, 300 stayed—plants reigned. Astoria’s never bloomed so bold.
Chen’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a swap if spring bites. ‘NYC’s land—this feeds it,’ she says, packing tools. The night’s a Queens win—grit meets green. It’s a garden rush; catch the next. Bring a trowel—roots call.