I've been walking up to Greenpoint a lot. I like to see all the middle-aged Polish hardmen walking around with a thousand-yard stare like they have had to do unspeakable things to get this far and will not think twice about crushing your larynx with one of their labor-ready paws if they see you even think about looking at the apple-bottom part of the stretch jeans that the twenty year old Polish jawn they are with is poured into.
It's kind of like something out of this video (NSFW):
Greenpoint is also good for cheap Polish food. This was probably the cheapest meal I've had in New York: a lunch of Red Borcht, to go, eaten on the street, totally satisfying: One dollar and Seventy-five cents American.