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Thank God for the greasepit.
Thank God for the unpretentious, no holds barred dump. Thank God for
cranky waitresses who will endlessly berate the Knicks for being the
piece of shit team they have always been and always will be. Paul's
Palace is a Godsend, there is no doubt. Their burgers are cooked under
upside down metal ice cream dishes and the space has some sort of
moving monkey (or something) on a unicycle that is suspended above
eater's heads on a tight rope. The burgers are lighter than air and
the ambiance is straight out of the old school New Yawk days of graffitied
subway cars and whores in Times Square. A palace this joint certainly
isn't, but their delicious burgers and extremely cheap beers will
make anyone feel like they have the divine right to eat and drink
like a king. [MF]
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