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When they were first
building this space out after the closing of the lovely Silver Bullet
bar, I wondered how a semi-upscale eatery would ever make it next
to the trinket salesman and the festering open wound guy in the entryway
of the Port Authority. I still wonder, honestly, why anyone in their
right mind would pay high-ish prices to eat sandwiches and brasserie
fare in such close proximity to human flotsam. Well, this is why I'm
no business savant. I only ate here because we were stuck at work
late one night and the person with the corporate card decided it was
okay to pay $17 for take-out chicken from a sort-of chain restaurant
at the foot of a manmade mountain of carcinogens. Granted, it's not
every day I get spaetzle and brussel sprouts with my to-go orders.
And, by god, the stuff wasn't half bad! The chicken was moist and
tasty, the brussel sprouts were plentiful and not completely revolting,
and the spaetzle, while probably better eaten in house, was sufficiently
greasy and texturelicious. Would I order dinner from Metro Marché
again if someone else was footing the bill? Sure--but probably not
without a very loyal food-taster. [MF]
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