My favorite place to see shows. Lock your bike across from the venue, and hit the upstairs bar.
Where the East Village meets New Jersey. Don't go here unless you want to smell like filthy ghetto trash.
If you get the shakes, ask Sam for some of the "medicine" he keeps in his ankle flask.
They're ferociously inconsistent. One bite is the most amazing thing you've ever had (secret breakfast, lime basil) to downright amateur (every other sorbet).
They seem to open up great, cheap tickets the day of many performances. Your gain, real fans' loss.
The lemon whole soy & co yogurt is lactard heaven. Also try the jerk seitan sandwich.
