It seems there is one of these Bro Jimmy's joints opening every other week. I used to live a couple hundred feet from The Bait Shack back in the day and the smo...
I feel a bit pedophile-ish having drinks in this joint. After all, it sounds like a New York City public school and not some semi-swanky lounge in this non-neig...
212 E 42nd St.
Harry's Bar is really less of a bar and more of a corner of a lobby that happens to serve booze. This hotel isn't silly enough to think pe...
This place is deceptively large. From the outside it seems like a dinky Chinese joint, but the doors open to a cavernous interior filled with lunching dorks of ...
I cannot tell a lie: I think this biatch is closed. Good, they shouldn't have been sticking their nose into the crap, take-out sushi business anyway.
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I hope to God this is the last Subway I ever have to review. Just thinking about the slimy turkey, semi-stale bread and limp lettuce is sending me into a bo...
As occasionally happens, this place closed before I had a chance to review it. Shame, as it had cheap, take-out Indian food that wasn't half bad. Although t...
It's always good to have a standby. You know, the place that is perfect in pinch and has never made you violently ill. Because, more often than not, your st...
This is one of those weird places that is both full and empty at the same time. I've actually walked out of this joint empty-handed a couple times. It's not f...
Manhattan truly is the home of the generically named pizza joint. They dot the eastside from the Bowery to the upper reaches of the UES. They generally have som...
This is like the Mediterranean annex of Cafe Bonjour down the street. It has that clever "too" instead of "two" or "II," which automatically puts me on edge...
I only ended up here because that blasted Chipotle joint was apparently giving away peyote-dipped taquitos the way freaks were lining up to get take-out Mexican...
The word "vanilla" always springs to mind when thinking about this place. The whole joint just stinks of half-assery. They must figure if they open one of t...
For some reason the word ''merchant'' always makes me think of a sea shanty or a big floating barge filled with rusty, old junk. That's the fun thing about ...
I guess I never realized how full of youngins this neighborhood is. I suppose it's just a matter of not hanging out in the area much, or maybe it's being ol...
Why does toasting make sandwiches so damn good? I mean it's a pretty simple concept, but one that like catapults the normal sub into the stratosphere. Now a...
I swear this is the second-to-last Subway at which I will ever eat. How do I know that? Because there's somewhat of lag between Mr. Hipster's dining experiences...
All I can picture when I think of this place are those weird, Japanese pink rice balls. They honestly kinda freak me out. Luckily that's not all that's going on...
