October 10, 2011

EV Grieve put up a post last week and asked everyone where they order their Chinese food from. It got a ton of comments and suggestions. I endorsed Sammy’s Noodle Shop in the West Village and a few people agreed with my suggestion. It made me realize that I haven’t been to Sammy’s in quite a while, so I thought I’d have my Sunday night dinner there.

About a half an hour before I was going to leave I got a call from my friends Goggla and Ed and they said they were in the neighborhood, so I invited them over for a beer or three and they decided to join me on my trek to Sammy's for Sunday dinner.

And so we trekked down 6th Avenue to...

Sammy's Noodle Shop! Some day I need to find out who Sammy is, but tonight I'm too hungry for investigative journalism. Let's go in and get something to eat!

Here's the front kitchen area where the takeout orders are being prepared.

Bags lined up to be filled with boxes of noodles and such.

In the front waiting area a woman teaches her infant to be a zombie texter.

And we're led into the main dining area.

This man just unlocked his noodle badge on Foursquare. So sad. #ChineseFood.

Okay time to look at the menu, by now we are all starvin's like Marvins.

We started out with some steamed dumplings that were delicious. We also got bacon wrapped shrimp, but my photo didn't turn out, so you'll just have to be like John Lennon and imagine that.

And now the main courses. I got the Sour Chili Pepper Noodle Soup. My favorite thing about ordering this is that the waitress will always warn you that this is "very spicy!" And it is, it really clears up your sinuses and it's very tasty as well.

Ed got the Won Ton Duck, as you can see the portions here are huge!

I don't know the official title of Goggla's dish, but it was pork and vegetables and very delicious. We all shared and it was a great Sunday dinner. Thanks to Goggla and Ed for hanging out on a nice and relaxing Sunday evening.

One last look out the door and we're gone. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

Sammy's Noodle Shop
461 Sixth Ave. (Near 11th St.)
212-924-6688

Further reading: New York Magazine, metromix and facecrack.

Twilley don’t mind if the sun don’t shine all day.

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Bonus Pumpkin!

Lex visited on Saturday and brought me a pumpkin. Here it is in MAD headquarters. I'll be featuring photos of it now and again as I decorate it for Halloween. Thanks, Lex!

September 30, 2011

So it was my first night back at work and I may as well start whining about it. I had to go in at 10 :00 AM and now it’s closing in on 10:00 PM and I have to go back in early again tomorrow. Ugh. So I thought I’d take it easy and do a little bit of wandering. But wander to where? That is the question...and here’s the answer: The Waverly Diner. Jeremiah Moss recently ran a post about the renovation that’s been going on there, you can read that post here: Waverly Diner.

The renovations started last summer, I would think they’d be close to finishing by now. I thought we’d go, take a look and if it’s still closed we’ll grab a beer at the Washington Square Diner, another great old school diner that’s close by.

It's a nice night out, so I thought we'd just walk there, it's a straight shot down 6th Avenue.

Pumpkins in this store front window are a reminder that Halloween is on the way. Fuck, where did the summer go?

And here we are. Boy is this a sad sight. They stripped the neon sign off the front wall. I wonder if it's coming back.

This is how it looked last July.

The neon sign is still hanging, but the lights are out. I'm wondering if they're ever going to light up again.

The neon lights on the side of the building remain, but they too are unlit. This corner used to look so festive and now it's just dead.

I second that emotion.

How true. This is too depressing, let's go to the Washington Square Diner, hopefully they haven't turned it into a Sizzler.

Thankfully, it's still here, in all it's lit up glory. A classic, New York, open all night diner.

There's lots of comfortable booths to sit at in here.

But I thought I'd sit at the marble-topped counter in the back.

Wrapped up pastries line the edge of the counter.

And coffee and hot chocolate machines stand at attention behind it.

And the first beer of the evening is poured by this friendly gentleman behind the counter.

Some cakes are chilling in this refrigerated case.

I ordered a bagel and it looks like it's up and ready. Ding, ding, ding.

And Dyson serves it up with another beer.

A beer and a bagel, the breakfast of champions. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

The Washington Square Diner
Let’s hope they never renovate the Washington Square Diner. The place is a Greek diner, but that’s where the tragedy ends. Inside the walls are lined with spacious booths, covered in purplish/red vinyl. There’s a coffee counter to sit at in the back and single booths are lined up in the middle of the diner for those that just want to hunker down with a newspaper and a bottomless cup of coffee.

The menu is beyond huge. Here’s just a sampling of some of the entries: Lumberjack Belgian Waffles, served with two eggs, bacon, ham and sausage (take that IHOP!); Brisket of Beef open faced sandwich; Linguine With Clam Sauce; Southern Fried Chicken; fourteen varieties of omelettes and seventeen styles of burgers.

Washington Square Diner is  open 24 hours, 365 days a year. And they have beer and wine. Stop by and support a great old-school New York diner.

Washington Square Diner
150 W 4th St. (Near 6th Avenue)
212-533-9306

Further reading: MAD, Daily News and facecrack.

Nothin' ever happened 'round my hometown,
And I ain't the kind to just hang around.

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Bonus Photos by Tom!

Fellow EV Grieve reader and contributer, Tom, sent in these photos of the Papaya Dog on 14th Street at night. Nice shots, Tom! Thanks for sending them in! Sorry, Al!

September 15, 2011

It’s hard to believe that summer’s over and we’re halfway into September. I thought I should hit some parks at night while it’s still nice out, so tonight’s destination is Washington Square Park.

And here we are at Penn Station for the downtown train to Washington Square Park.

And after stalking this woman for about three minutes I realize I'm a complete idiot and we're at the wrong train station.

And so it's back to the escalator...

And over about five blocks to the Herald Square Street Station. Okay, we'll be there soon.

And here we are at Washington Square Park and the iconic archway in the middle of the park. Pretty dazzling, huh?

Wooden benches line the perimeter of the park.

And all of the walkways are well lit into the night.

It's nice to see someone reading an actual book as opposed to staring at an iPhone or an iPad. Good for her.

It's a nice night out and there's a lot of people in the park tonight.

There's a circular pond in the center of the park.

Here's some people watching a musician. Let's go take a closer look.

It's a one man band. He's playing a banjo on top of a drum...

With a tambourine attached to his shoe. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come follwing you. (Please note the Cardboard Boxmen Like Creatures in the Mr. Tambourine Man video. Aaaahhh!)

This couple was watching the show a few feet away.

And the band plays on.

And on the other side of the park another troubadour is strumming and singing to a small, late night crowd.

Strumming and singing in the park for donations and applause.

These two were enjoying the music and the nice evening on one of the wooden benches that line the parks interior.

Goodnight everybody, and see you tomorrow after dark.

Further reading: Wikipedia, a view on cities and NY Times.

You Might Also Like: Canary in a Coal Mine, Workin’ in a Coal Mine and The Coal Miner’s Daughter.

Gotta hear me, you can’t please them all, should you try,
They dont care if you live or die.

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Bonus Photo From Kate At One More Folded Sunset!

Kate sent in this frightening photo from a stairwell and a discovery of a new mutant form of Cardboard Box Man, he appears to be somewhat nuclear and radioactive now. Run and hide! Aaaahhhh!

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Bonus Linkage From Michael!

MAD reader, Michael sent in this latest update on the crimes of Gumby. It appears he may have just been pranking, so maybe we'll see him soon, fresh out of the witness protection plan. Here's the link: Gumby was jost joking.

July 28, 2011

It was just about a year ago that I went to Fedora’s bar and restaurant in the West Village. I had a great time drinking and chatting with Fedora, the 89-year-old owner. She told me tales from the old days, stories about Lauren Bacall, her husband, some of the people who had worked there and she showed me pictures of her great-grandchildren. In the end it was a bittersweet day though, because she confirmed the rumor that it was closing. She told me she just couldn’t do it anymore and who could blame her for wanting to retire? Not me. She told me she had sold it and said that the new owner promised her that they would keep the original sign hanging as a tribute to her. That made her smile and it made me smile as well. At least a small chunk of the past would be preserved.

So months passed, they gutted Fedora and brought in shiny new things and a highly polished bar and tables and chairs. Oh and within the first week they took the sign down. So much for promises. The new owner, Gabriel Stulman, claimed it was too old and damaged and was beyond repair. Hmm, I wonder how a functioning neon sign could be “beyond repair?" Anyway, they made a new one. Now everything had been changed by Stulman and nothing of the past is left. It’s all his and I’m pretty sure that’s the way he likes it. I swore I’d never go back, but I’m curious now as to what the new Fedora looks like, so that’s tonight’s destination.

Here we are at Penn Station, it's really nice out tonight.

This asshole woman just pushed me aside as she ran down the escalator. And there's a huge stairway to the left, I'll never understand this shit. You ride the escalator, you walk/run down the stairs. Pretty simple rules that some jerkoffs can never understand.

And here we are, the West Village, Fedora's is just a few blocks away.

Here's the new sign. You really can't tell the difference much, but it still sucks.

Let's go inside and get this over with.

Wow, it's completely unrecognizable from the original Fedora. And it's loud with stupid chatter in here. Everyone's trying to talk louder than the next person, really annoying.

A black leather banquettle and tables line the wall opposite the bar. Gabriel Stulman said he'd keep some of the old photos and memorabilia from the original Fedora, but it's all gone.

Lots of high-fiving going on in here. Woo and hoo.

There's a black and white picture of Jay Z in the corner where the pay phone used to be.

The bar is packed with the chattering masses.

And people texting and staring blankly and lovingly at their phones.

Here's the bartender having a passionate moment with his phone. I've had enough.

Two word review of the new Fedora: Vomit, eruptis. Obnoxious people talking two octaves too loud, fake-laughing at each other's ironic jokes in a loud and sickening manner. Those that weren't screaming at each other like wild hyenas amped up to the nines on crystal meth were texting and hypnotized by their cell phones. Music played in the background, but all I could hear over the loud chatter was a bass line reverberating like a ball peen hammer hitting a trampoline in an echo chamber. A chubby blonde woman who made it clear that she was from Chicago broke out into an impromptu dance between the bar and the tables and shook her head, hair and hips in a manner that brings a new definition to the words, "ridiculous and embarrassing."  Fedora's is dead. It's gone from a nice cubbyhole where you could escape and talk to real people and hear stories of the old days in New York while nursing a bottle of beer to an asshole emporium with an all you can eat buffet of everything that's wrong with this world. To quote Col. Kurtz and the final words in the fine book "Hell's Angels" by Hunter S. Thompson: "The horror...the horror. Exterminate all the brutes!" Zingo!

Here’s a paragraph from a review of the new Fedora on New York magazine’s website by Adam Platt:
“Let the feasting commence,” said one of the merry hipsters at my table, as we pondered the impressively gigantic “big pork chop for two,” which was smothered in pork meatballs, no less, and served with a stack of fluffy scallion pancakes. An equally massive côte de boeuf special was buried, not entirely successfully, in drifts of bok choy and Cantonese fried rice, and if you order the fried chicken leg, it comes over a pile of fragrant, faintly sticky sushi rice, with its gnarled claw still attached.

Merry hipsters? A big old pork chop smothered in pork meatballs? Oh my.

And here’s a few lines from a review of the original Fedora on the same website written by Kathleen Squires:
To nightly applause from diners, Fedora takes her spot behind the bar to serve up strong drinks, generous smiles, and a tale or two from the old days. So who cares that the mashed potatoes taste half-instant? You don’t come here for the food, after all.

Well, Fedora is gone and a bearded, pork-obsessed jackass who wants to change the neighborhood to something called, “Little Wisco” has taken her place. I don’t really have any reason to ever come here again. Look what they’ve done to your song, Fedora...better still just walk away and pretend this place just doesn’t exist anymore.

Further reading: Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, New York Magazine (old review), New York Magazine (new review), Grub Street (Note the third comment down from some wiseass!) and The Half Empty Glass.

You Might Also Like: Ted Turner, Hooch and Turner and Hooch.

Four Celebrities Wearing a Fedora And One Greasy Dude
Humphrey Bogart
Keith Richards
Shawn Chittle
Cary Grant
Greasy Dude (Getting all handsy with Whitney Port. Is it bad that I have no idea who Whitney Port is? She sounds like a bottle of wine to me.)

You can't put your arms around a memory,
Don't try, don't try.

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July 15, 2001

All night long I’ve been craving a fresh pretzel and a beer. I decided that tonight’s destination would have to feature both. So naturally I thought of a German restaurant and/or bar and briefly considered returning to Zum Schneider in the East Village. But then I realized it’s Thursday night and it’ll probably be a zoo in there and I hate crowded bars. And then I thought of another stop from last year's bar crawl, a German place called, Lederhosen. I really liked it there and it was a little more laid back, the night I went, so hopefully it won’t be packed. Only one way to find out!

And through the magic of the internet, we're magically transported to Grove Street in the West Village. It's a perfect summer night out. Summer in the city!

And here we are, they're working on the block, so a metal awning is obscuring the sign a bit, but this is the place.

There's a familiar face behind the bar...

It's Uli, the pretty bartender who was on duty when I came in here for the 365 bars night. She remembered me and it was fun to catch up with her on what we've both been up to.

A birds-eye-view from my perch at the bar.

A long shot of the dark wooden bar.

Some of the beers on tap and the Lederhosen logo logged in wood.

Bottled beers and German mugs decorate the back of the bar.

Here's Selma with a beautiful smile behind the bar.

Gisbert was seated next to me at the bar and he was in town from Fort Worth, Texas. He's a true German though and was born and bred in Karlsruhe, Germany. I asked him how he rated Lederhosen as a German restaurant and bar and he said it's the best he's been to. Cheers to that!

He got the apple strudel for dessert, which looks great and makes me think of Sgt. Schultz.

My mouth was watering watch Gisbert eat the strudel and in the nick of time Uli shows up with my pretzel.

Here it is in all its salted glory. It's freshly baked with homemade mustard. Köstlich!

Ladies and gentlemen, The Coasters!

Great vintage cash register in here.

There's a cozy front room up here at the front of Lederhosen.

Let's go check out the back room of the bar. The wall opposite of the bar is adorned with lots of pictures and fun memorabilia.

The back room really feels like you're in a German beer hall with its wooden tables and chairs and the colorful mountains on the walls. It's closing time, so it's emptied out.

Fans spin overhead from the wooden arched ceilings.

Framed vintage beer ads decorate the walls back here.

Closing time and a parting shot with the lovely and friendly Uli.

I appreciate the "watch your step" warning on the wall, but I'm fine, I don't trip anymore. I stopped doing acid in the '80's. (Rimshot) Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

Lederhosen
39 Grove St
(Between Bedford and Bleecker St.)
(212) 206-7691

Further reading: New York Magazine, Beer Advocate, MenuPages and Trip Advisor.

You also might like: Fish Balls, Chicken Lips and Horse Talk.

Four Pretzel Places
New York Pretzel
Wetzel’s Pretzels
Philly Pretzel Factory
Pretzel’s Place

I'd like to see you do just fine,
But look at what you wear,
And the way you cut your hair.

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July 3, 2011

Live from New York, it’s Cheeseburger Saturday Night! Tonight’s host is the Waverly Diner and featuring the Ready for Prime Beef Player, Marty Wombacher. Ladies and Gentlemen all the way from the West Village in New York City, please welcome the Waverly Diner!

And it's off we go, the Waverly Diner is about 10 blocks from where I live. It's straight down 6th Avenue.

We're getting close, I can see the neon in the distance.

And here we are at the Waverly Diner.

There's booths on the left side of the diner, note the obssessive texter!

But I prefer the counter, Jose shows me a seat...

And Bobby hands me a menu. Before the meal arrives, let's take a little tour of the place.

Here's the view from my perch at the counter.

The infamous OJ machine that Biff mentioned a few posts ago.

There's slices of wrapped pound cake and brownies on display up at the counter.

My patented ebony and ivory salt and pepper shot.

Cookies!

"This store is monitored." Yikes, can you say, "Big Brother?" I knew that you could!

Here's a view from the back of the diner.

Here's a picture of the Waverly inside of the Waverly. I call this photo, "Waverly Squared."

And of course the walls are lined with signed black and white photos.

Three words come to mind as I gaze at this signed photo of Pete Turbiville and those words are: "Public Access Channel." (Actually I Googled him and he's a known voice-over guy.)

Hey, Bo Diddley!

Okay, enough of the tour, let's eat! We'll start off with a cold beer, served up by Freddy.

And here comes the main course. Instead of the standard cheeseburger, I switched things up and got the Waverly Melt.

It comes with cole slaw and a pickle. Delicious!

Burp.

And this jackass is still texting away. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

My Meal
I had the Waverly Melt and it was delicious. Perfectly cooked and served piping hot with grilled onions and American cheese on white toast. For an appetizer I got the buffalo wings and they were deep fried and delicious and came with blue cheese and barbecue dipping sauces. I sat at the counter, but there’s red vinyl padded booths in the back and tables up front to dine at. The walls are dark wood and covered with old photos and images of New York and autographed black and white photos of actors and actresses of varying degrees of success. A classic old school diner.

The menu at the Waverly is very extensive and probably has the largest breakfast selection in New York. The fact that they offer a variety of 60 kinds of omelettes should be a good clue that if you’re a fan of breakfast food, you should definitely try the Waverly. In addition to the standard, Steak, Chop and Burger offerings that all diners serve, some of the entrees at the Waverly include: Pork Souvlaki served on a bed of rice; Meatloaf Parmigiana; Roumanian Steak and Two Stuffed Shrimp and Homemade Pastichio which is, baked macaroni with sauteed ground beef, topped with béchamel sauce. And if you’ve got a sweet tooth, there’s over 25 desserts to choose from including: Chocolate Fudge Layer Cake; Banana Cream Pie  Apple Turnover and a Brownie Sundae.

Cheeseburger Rating
Three Wimpys—The Waverly Melt is great and highly recommended!

Waverly Diner
385 Sixth Ave. (@Waverly Place)
212-675-3181

Further reading: New York Magazine, Menu Pages, Village Voice and Edna Earl Dines Out.

You also might like: Johnny Rotten, Johnny Carson and Johnny Cash.

Four Other Waverly’s
Waverly
Waverly Hills
Waverly Convent of Jesus and Mary
Mr. Waverly

It's been a long, a long time coming,
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will.

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Bonus Photo From Lex!
My friend and sometimes MAD guest star Lex is vacationing in Switzerland and she sent in this photo dedicated to Tiki Bar Susie with a caption. Thanks Lex and have a great vacation!
Sami & Robert and yours truly at Kon Tiki Bar in Zurich (Swiss Bars rock - they were hopping at 10am!).

June 28, 2011

Okay, I had a big day/night yesterday at the Chillmaster Dance Party II, so tonight I thought I’d take it somewhat easy and just wander around the West Village and snap photos of neon, signs and maybe a person or two. A totally unplanned night, let’s go see what happens.

Usually I go somewhere and just shoot tons of photos and hope I can make a little movie of the night in static photos here, quality be damned, it's the story that counts. Tonight I thought I'd take ten photos and really try to make them decent and pay attention to composition and all that jazz. And I'm just doing one take for each photo, so here goes what will probably be nothing, but I have to go to work early tomorrow, so it's off we go. I call this one, Deja View from the liquor store on 12th street and 6th Avenue.

Cocktails from Charlie Mom restaurant on 12th and 6th.

Creepy baby alert in a baby store on 10th between 6th and Greenwich Avenue.

The Layfayette French Pastry store on Greenwich Avenue near 10th Street. They sell ice cream cakes and logs. Logs?

The Waverly Diner on the corner of Waverly and 6th. I've had 7,934 grilled cheese sandwiches in here and uncountable beers. It's a good diner.

Here's Wolfson who was enjoying some French Fries on a stoop on W. 4th Street.

Vogue magazines on 7th Avenue South near Bleecker Street.

Marilyn Monroe behind bars on 7th Avenue South.

Joe's Pizza on Carmine between Bleecker and 6th. Okay one more shot to go, let's see if we can find a friendly face to end it all up.

Aaaaahhh!

Further reading and watching: New York Magazine, Grub Street, Joe’s Pizza and The Happy Wanderers.

You also might like: Chocolate Chips, CHiPs and Chip.

Five People With West For A Last Name
Adam West
Leslie West
Billy West
Mae West
Kanye West

 

Cuz love comes in spurts,
In dangerous flirts,
And it murders your heart,
They didn't tell you that part.

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Bonus Links to Photos From The Chillmaster Dance Party II!
Here’s some photos from Sunday’s Chillmaster Dance Party II at some other fine blogs from fellow friends and Chillers:
One More Folded Sunset
Neither More Nor Less
The Gog Log
Slum Goddess

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(Update) Bonus Photos From the Home of Jaws!

A couple months ago when I put up a post from my Fortress of Solitude, Papaya Dog, I wrote that the first person to comment would get one of the pieces of art that was featured. Jaws won, but I'm so shitty at mailing stuff out and I've been so busy it took me months to get them to him. Well I'm happy to say I finally mailed them and included a Joan Jett drawing as well as a copy of Natalie Word as bonus gifts for being so slow to get them. I'm honored that Jaws framed them and the artwork is hanging on his walls. Below are the pictures Jaws sent in and the last one is Jaws and Natalie Word, together at last! If you'd like to hang some artwork from Jaws, check out his storefront here: Jaws the Cabbie Online Store.

June 12, 2011

Live from New York, it’s Cheeseburger Saturday Night! Starring Joy Burger Bar, with a special guest appearace from MAD friend Lisa and featuring the ready for prime beef player, Marty Wombacher. And now, from the West Village of New York City, please welcome Joy Burger Bar!

If you follow this blog, you may recall that a couple of months ago I spent Cheeseburger Saturday Night up in Harlem at Joy Burger Bar and they served up a great cheeseburger. If you missed that post, check it out here: Joy Burger Bar in Harlem. Well, the folks behind Joy Burger Bar have opened up another restaurant and it's close by where I live. It's in the West Village right down the street on 6th Avenue. So it's off we go.

And here we are, Joy Burger Bar. Let's go in.

And here's Lisa, who was introduced to the MAD audience last Easter at the Mars Bar, she's tonight's guest of honor.

Here's Judy who served me up a cold beer. Everybody here is super-friendly in here and it's a great place to hang out at. Even though it's a new place, it's got a nice neighborhood feel to it.

And like their Harlem sister restuarant, a lot of the decorations are Coca-Cola related like this toothpick holder...

And this plane flying overhead.

And here's Nicolas behind the counter holding true to the Coca-Cola theme.

EnJOY!

A long shot of the front counter.

A shot of a couple of the guys working the grills in the back.

This shot's for you, Kari!

An ebony and ivory salt and pepper shot from a shelf on the wall.

And here's the cheeseburgers! Here's Lisa's...

And here's mine. I got carmelized onions, sweet chili sauce...

And an egg on top of everything. This is one great cheeseburger and it's equal to Whitman's.

Tommy, who's one of the owners stopped by our table and said hi. Here's me with him...

And here he is with Lisa. Tommy is a really nice guy and bought us drinks and we had a nice conversation about the restaurant, New York and various other topics. We ended up closing the place.

Before we left I stopped in the bathroom and was thrilled that they have the same Travis Bickle artwork that the Harlem Joy Burger Bar has. Tommy told me that the artist who painted this especially for the restaurant is Uri Shemesh.

And of course this has to lead to the obligatory bathroom mirror shot. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

My Meal
The cheeseburgers here come in three sizes: the munch, midi and maxi. I got the munch which is a three ounce burger served on a fresh bun. They have a large variety of sauces, cheeses and toppings here and I chose the sweet chili sauce, cheddar cheese and an egg on top. The burger was one of the best I’ve had and I’ll place it right up with Whitman’s Juicy Lucy. The fries here are cut fresh every day and are crispy and delicious. In addition to cheeseburgers, Joy Burger Bar offers up steak sandwiches, grilled chicken, schnitzel and salads. Sides including homemade fries, onion rings, chicken fingers and chicken wings. They have beer on tap and a decent selection of wine. Happy, happy, joy, joy!

Wimpy Rating:

Four Wimpy's! A great cheeseburger and you should try it out when you're in NYC!

Joy Burger Bar
361 Sixth Ave. (Near Washington Place)
212-414-9500

Further reading: New York magazine, 89th and Broke and Fork in the Road.

You also might like: Huffing, Puffing and Blowing The House Down.

Other Joys
Joy Behar
Joy Philbin
Oh Joy
Rupert Pupkin’s card

Joy to the world, was a beautiful girl,
But to me Joy meant only sorrow.

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