WHO: your classic diner lovin' self
WHAT: your old school 'beards and hats' kosher diner; staffed with overly charming Latin servers and severe, but loving, Russian ladies who shove a glass of pureed beets at you and command you to dreeenk.
WHEN: mid afternoon is best.
WHERE: 2nd Ave, between 7th and St. Mark's Place.
WHY: Because sometimes, you want to feel like you live in the East Village of the early 90's, where old Jewish guys in tweed coats sit at lunch counters flicking their papers over a cuppa black coffee. You want a bowl of real, delicious Matzo ball soup for less than it costs to take the train. You want the waitress you call you 'honey' and you want to hear the specials even though you know you just want the 'usual' (a big, fat tuna melt on Challah bread). It's all here.
HINT: Tuna melt on Challah bread. With Matzo ball soup. The best thing in the world.
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I give it:
/ 10
TEN (!!!) OUT OF TEN HAPPY BRUCE FACES
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