Say hi to Drew, she works at Goodbye Blue Monday and will be reporting from her neighborhood. — Jeremy

This remarkably-named church is right across the street on Broadway — thus technically Bed-Stuy territory. Sunday services can be heard all the way up and down Broadway, as the congregation spills out onto the street. Usually I wake up to the sounds of Spanish-language classic rock coming from the speakers coming out of a basement across the street, but Sundays are a special treat — complete with organs, drums, and a lot of holy-rollers. Services usually last well into the afternoon, and the rest of the day people walk up and down Broadway in their “Sunday best,” with the kids looking especially uncomfortable in white patent-leather shoes and hair in disarray from dancing all morning.

Word on the street is that there used to be a weed delivery service upstairs (unaffiliated with the church — allegedly!) but it’s no longer in business.