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I always like a high
hipster quotient with my burger. Somehow those stupid-ass trucker
hats make the meat more tender and flavorful. Actually, this joint
is sort of an anomoly in the East Village. Sure, it has some kids
in poly-fibers and mutton chops, but with the good service, straight
forward, American menu and mopped floors, one might expect to find
this on the Upper West Side rather than Avenue A. We actually thought
the place was closed when we walked in, as it was almost empty, but
we soon learned that at 8:00PM we were just there really early and
that it is extremely popular, as people began to stream in by the
tens until there were groups standing inside and outside the front
door. We know you'll all miss the Alphabet City, crap-stuck-on-the-walls-with-spray-epoxy
charm, but finding what amounts to an upscale-ish diner in this 'hood
is a godsend when all you want is a clean place to sit and chow some
good American grub after battling bike messengers for beers in a grimey
dive bar. [MF]
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