Not sure if it's the funny old waitresses with their blue eyeshadow and thick accents, the matza ball soup, cabbage salad or chopped liver.... but I always enjoy myself here and leave with a stomach that smiles.
156 Second Ave (corner 10th St)
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Phoebe went here and ate challah, coleslaw, pastrami, chopped liver, chocolate babka and a surprise dessert too. Yum Yum Yum Yum
I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. F. Scott Fitzgerald.
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Phoebe went here and ate challah, coleslaw, pastrami, chopped liver, chocolate babka and a surprise dessert too. Yum Yum Yum Yum
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