L to First Avenue.
Tables are small, grouped together as needed.
The pop and soul music is as loud as the patrons, most of whom are young and cute, some of whom are older and not so cute, but have bought pricey new tenement coops to be among, and raise their own, young and cute. Coffee was hot and served promptly, though not refilled till requested. My mimosa was cold with fresh juice and good champagne. By then I had started on brunch, which had arrived swiftly. The sauce had a separated look, probably from the use of unclarified butter.