The restaurant is located in a rat's ass of a neighborhood in Long Island City, a cul-de-sac that time forgot with the abject look of a Hopper painting. Rickety houses sided with brick-textured asphalt shingles sag against each other like passed-out drunks; a cinder-block warehouse flaunts a fenced yard of rusting pipe like some DIA Foundation installation. Just south of the restaurant, a wee green-and-white cottage might have been transported from an Irish heath. Need I say this is just the kind of neighborhood I'd... More >>>