On a long drive from the east coast in 2010, I spent the night at a friend's parents in Westchester. Woke up and they were making omelets with fresh chevre and talking about the latest Man Booker recipient while the mom played on the grand piano. Might as well've been Oz to me.
@offbeatorbit if you’re talking bout the one on Ave A, walked in there on a Sunday afternoon once. the tiny cramped bathroom, a hole had been kicked in through the door and the toilet seat was gone. I asked the bartender what happened and they just went ¯\_(ツ)_/¯