Out of respect for the proprietor’s hatred of publicity, I will refrain from dropping his name in this post. Just know that eating at this restaurant is probably one of the most sincere experiences you will ever have in New York City. This guy just does not give a shit, and that is something I can really get down with.
Last month, I had the pleasure of eating there with Chris and my friend Parvoneh. The fact that they were both tourists was a good enough excuse to do crazy shit like wait in an hour-long line for brunch. The wait felt so long that when someone asked me what I was waiting for I forgot for a second. Totally worth it though, and here’s why:
CHEESEBURGER SOUP!
EGGS, BARBEQUE PULLED PORK, TOAST AND MACARONI AND CHEESE!
VEGAN SAUSAGE!
MACARONI AND CHEESE AND BLACKBERRY PANCAKES!
A HUGEASS PUMPKIN SHAKE!
Bam, motherfucker.
