The music ranges from classic rock to movie themes. The Yankee Stadium painting looks more like an Irish harp, or maybe a womb schematic. Tall windows let in light from Eighth Avenue and show off the neighborhood. A hideous dropped ceiling of browned acoustic tile, ventilators, and a pair of air filters completes the decor.
Portions are large.
Even the veggie dishes here are not for dieters. Benedict was a big disappointment on my visit. Its grainy, bright yellow hollandaise, glistening with oil droplets, was an amalgam of powder and butter. Both eggs were badly overpoached. The English muffins had been fork-split, but were so soft they might never have been toasted.