Route Description
Merrick Boulevard begins at NY 25 (Hillside Avenue) as a two-lane, one-way street heading eastbound (compass south at this point), continued north of Hillside Avenue as 166th Street. 168th Street provides for traffic running westbound/northbound. Just south of Liberty Avenue, the two directions join together to form a four-lane, divided Merrick Boulevard.
Merrick Boulevard gradually turns southeast and east, passing through Springfield Gardens, Laurelton and crossing the Belt Parkway before leaving Queens into Nassau County, where it becomes Merrick Road. Merrick Road here is one of the old roads along the southern side of Long Island; it has been replaced by Sunrise Highway (NY 27) for most through traffic.
At Rockville Centre, bridges take it over NY 27, with four directional ramps forming a partial interchange. Further east, it serves as the southern end for state roads like NY 135 (the Seaford–Oyster Bay Expressway) and NY 107.
NY 27A begins as a split from NY 27 in East Massapequa, where NY 27 leaves the original Sunrise Gold Circle, which is now Old Sunrise Highway (unsigned NY 900D) east of the split. NY 27A quickly turns south off Old Sunrise Highway onto Carman Mill Road, which ends at Merrick Road. Merrick Road from that point east to Suffolk County, where it becomes Montauk Highway, is part of NY 27A.
Both the Meadowbrook State Parkway and the Wantagh State Parkway have interchanges with Merrick Road. A truck needing to make a delivery to the barrier beaches along Ocean Parkway may enter either parkway southbound at this road and at no point further north.
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