I've been meaning to post about NY forever, so sorry, but here's the deal:

They know me and my order (well, they know the two things I choose from and ask which I'm in the mood for that day) as soon as I walk in. My favorite waiter (Harry) not-so-jokingly brings BOWLS of their ranch and marinara with straws to the table (it's that good. And yeah, I've consumed both...but with a spoon--faster/classier ;). They're all from New York (appropriately) and it's a mom-and-pop establishment that deserves every food award...EVER.




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