The turkey and brie sandwich is a staple of just about every midtown lunchateria. It's usually presented on a baguette under glass with either honey mustard or ...
I can't even count the number of times I've stood before a glass case at one of these lunch places looking at the same damned sandwiches, paninis and various wr...
To call this place a cafe is a bit of a stretch. It is in fact just a higher end sandwich joint with the usual smattering of continental cuisine and made-to...
This is the first joint I went to after moving to my new work digs at 55th and Madison. It was fast. It was convenient... and it was, uh, close. Would I ever ...
Another one of those gigantic, meandering midtown lunch joints with every imaginable kind of food under glass. Want a panini? They got it. Want a burrito, c...
Directly across the street from The New York Times building, Teleon definitely serves its share of commie pinko bastards. No, seriously, whom do these liberal m...
This place just sounds like a giant gay wedding. Guy, do you take Gallard to be your not-so-lawfully wedded husband? Gallard, do you take Guy to be your not-so-...
Sometimes I order things that taste better than they sound on paper. Ordering the lemon chicken sandwich from Zest was just such an experience. What amounts...
I'll have the napalm panini, please. Oh, sorry, that' Village 26. Perhaps I'll take the John McCain kebab. What, they don't have that either? Perhaps you're...
Is the word "cocina" Italian or Spanish? Sure, go ahead and make fun of my terrible ignorance, but my eight years of Spanish instruction, if it taught me an...
Woohoo, unlimited toppings! It's like a goddamn TCBY. Sorry, I was just checking out the lovely photo to the left and the guy who seems really drawn to the pl...
If I owned this joint, I'd call it Bitchin' Kitchen! That might turn people off, and belie my 1980s Los Angelino roots, but since when do I care what anybody th...
I don't know much about women's shoes. Ok, I'll go out on a limb and say I know nothing about women's shoes. As soon as that Carrie Bradshaw asshole on Sex in t...
Sad and vaguely dirty, this joint is less like a restaurant and more like a bomb shelter with sandwiches. Lying somewhere in the winding chasm of the Roc Cent...
Sandwiches as long as a baby's arm--and almost as tasty. But like all baby-arm eaters, you're gonna pay, and pay dearly. The amazing turkey and avocado sand...
If they had an admiral's club at lunch places, I would totally be chillin' right now with a free bag of honey roasted peanuts and a cut-rate vodka and soda. I...
It's like a Café Metro on steroids. It has a large outdoor space that is like right there below Sixth Avenue in a giant sunken 70s living room-type thing. Despi...
For some reason this joint reminds me of that weird, bi-polar mind-child cartoon, Ziggy. That or the weird, violent man-child hooligan from Trainspotting, B...
