This second-floor café sells an excellent hamburger for $13.
It comes with French fries, all the greens, tomato and onion (on a side plate) that you might need to dress your burger and coleslaw, if I remember correctly.
The menu parallels vintage New York ‘Greek’ restaurant menus, like those at Tom’s or Utopia (only a block away), at which menus have distinct breakfast, lunch and dinner divisions.
Service is good enough, tables are big enough, the view is a full-on broadside of the Beacon Theater and the entire Broadway scene from 74th Street to 75th Street, always busy with pedestrians and deliveries, coming and going.
Stroll the aisles of the store to witness New Yorkers deploying their rudest, sharp elbowed and further superlative obnoxiousness in this salon of bad behavior.
The restaurant is wedged into the second floor at the front. In the back is the ‘organic’ section (food free of things like pesticides, herbicides, hormones, and genetic modifications), though the restaurant does not source its offerings from that floor. Pity. I’ve seen mindless agriculturalists at work: susceptible farm workers on the Pacific coast north of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for example, spraying papaya trees with herbicides and pesticides while wearing only a green garbage bag for the protection of their t-shirts. Those are likely the kind of papayas for sale across New York.
In the restaurant, pure American fare: spaghetti and meatballs, crab cakes, beef steak, lamb chops, chicken dishes galore and complimentary chutzpah.
You can’t really go wrong.
