It feels like a big, happy cafe.
The restaurant serves comfort food in a loftlike space with vintage details, schoolhouse chairs, a bright blue ceiling and a big outdoor cafe: Bubby's High Line, 73 Gansevoort Street (Washington Street), (212) 206-6200, bubbys.com; open 6 a.m. to 4 a.m. daily.
That Sunday afternoon we sat in the big cafe in Valencia.
By Dorothy Parker The New Yorker, February 5, 1938 P. 15 That Sunday afternoon we sat in the big cafe in Valencia.
Somehow, despite their big money, big entertainment, big cafes-and-gift-shops reality, big cultural institutions have been given a pass to operate at ground zero in a mode that many thought was lost: as fonts of enlightenment, zones of transcendence, civic temples.
There, you can get a real shot of espresso ($1.40), not the stale, acidy stuff served in some of Paris's big cafes.
The restaurant is on the right (upstairs) soon after a big Italian-style cafe; (81-3) 5454-0178.
The site of their house is now a big, modern airy cafe called De Jaren, where I spent a good portion of time writing my history of the city, and it was impossible, while doing such work in this spot, not to imagine the ambitious, arrogant artist barreling in and out of the place.
Ensconced with a good book in a big, old, high-ceilinged cafe and a pianist sending a Chopinesque waltzes wafting through the air.
The group is a big draw at Danny's Cafe, where it plays three times a year.
