On the eve of the impending storm- Sandy, I ate at Coffee Shop. Disasters in NY tend to bring out an odd collection of locals looking for a momentary thrill, before oncoming uncertainty. coffee Shop holds memories of the 80's in all it's glory. The apathetic modelesque servers, the booths and banquettes are all retro fun. The Brazilian/Latin influenced food is a hit or miss and that night it was a big hit. The roast chicken dinner $15.95 took twenty minutes to come out, but when it did it was a thing of beauty. Roast perfectly, darkly with yellow rice, red beans and big pieces of well cooked sweet plantains(maduros). The resulting meal offered comfort on a night most of us needed it. The really should renovate those black, club-club like cubicles called the ladies room Coffee Shop was once-upon a time the highest grossing restaurant in Manhattan and they could well affford it.
Native New Yorker, girl about town and culture vulture. Five borough foodie who will travel to the edge of another borough for that one boom bangin' meal. Finding those special places is my specialty. I dish urban adventures. Can despign custom food tours for visitors and locals alike, My brief stint at WOR with Joan Hamburg was an inspiration to start blogging. Franny has a penchant for all things NY urban glam.