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I've always been kind
of sickened by the name of this joint. The thought of my food being
defined by a big gooey grin is hardly appetizing or even appropriate.
Yea, I'm gonna open a coffee house called hand jive. Non sequitur
to be sure. The place itself is like an expanded bodega, the walls
piled high with Snackwells, cereal and oddball British biscuits. It
sounds fancier than it is. Using every available square inch of space,
they also pack in the ubiquitous salad bar, the coffee hutch and the
giant glass counter that holds meats, cheeses and other parts. Behind
that counter are a swirl of dudes cutting and chopping and cajoling
orders out of the midtown office crowd. I had a turkey sandwich that
was completely passable and reasonably priced for the neighborhood,
although it certainly lacked flourish. So when in a relative hurry
and not too picky about hygiene or claustrophobic conditions, we say
why not come on in and bask in the glory of their pearly whites? [MF]
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