Sometimes you wish for something original. You ain’t going to find it here. Martell’s falls into the “bar and grill” mold, which are always way more bar than grill, and usually fill with twenty to thirty-somethings looking to grab a beer and avoid cooking in their little, hotbox kitchens. More times than not, these aren’t destinations, but spur of the moment, “I don’t know, I feel like American food” kind of walk-by places. Martell’s doesn’t disappoint on this front. The menu is chock full of burgers and salads and the bar is chock full of balding, slightly slouchy dudes just trying to figure out which advertising firm the chain-smoking, bottle-blond in the sweater-set works for. [MF]
200 E 83rd St.