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An apt name, no doubt.
Utilizing one of the many closet-like spaces on Ninth Avenue, Nook
provides very little in way of seating, but quite a bit in terms of
homey charm. Yes, the Eastern European proprietor will happily take
your order, check in on you and ask you to come back soon. The menu
is almost as small as the space, running the gamut between burgers
and sandwiches and soups and stuff of the American genre. It's basically
comfort food in the middle of Hell's Kitchen--a funny concept, but
one that the neighborhood sorely needs. I hate to use a word my mom
might utter, but it's a cute, little place to grab some lunch and
sit and bitch about life. While you could spend a few dollars less
going to the Chinese joint down the street, or eating the unidentifiable
meats from the dude who rolls his restaurant to Eleventh Ave. every
night, Nook provides a nice respite from the depression that is Blimpie,
or the monotony of the corner bodega deli. [MF]
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