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PAIN, PAIN, PAIN![]() 12/15/03
I went here to have Sunday brunch with the girlfriend and 2 friends 2 at the 'Paris Commune' cafe at the West Village end of Bleeker Street. Aptly named, the place was crammed, attitude stank and the food (eggs florentine) was dull, plain and poor - when I told the manager chap at the end he implied that it must be something to do with my taste buds because 'just look at the line' - the food must be good (I didn't tell him that the poached eggs looked scrambled, the spinach uncooked and the muffins untoasted). Maybe the line was something to do with getting in from the snow and cold outside. |