The average age of the crowd at Yura varies somewhere between 70 and six feet under. With more breathing tubes and walkers per capita than any other restaurant in the city, rumor has it that Yura actually stands for Youth Underage Restricted Access. Whatever the reason for the proliferation of bluehairs, Yura makes that gourmet brunch food and those early bird specials that the old folks just love. The place is also decorated like Aunt Milly’s country kitchen, complete with painted wooden crafts and doilies. Man, all that’s missing is the massive console television and that old chair that smells like grandpa. [MF]
1645 3rd Ave.