We're from Brooklyn. We lived in Manhattan. We are now sojourning in Florida, hopefully temporarily. For those who recognize the subtle story of Passover reference: 10 points!. We come back to visit NYC to make sure our boys don't become crackers and that our cortices don't atrophy. We stay at The Pierre. I make sure that we go to The Viand. It is a quintessential NYC coffee shop. George the owner is omnipresent. The turkey sandwich was named best in NYC for a reason. It's crazy good. The booths fit two anorexics comfortably. The counter is classic. One does not come here to linger over a demitasse. If you want that, go to The Regency for a power breakfast with, ugh!, TV producers. However, if want to feel the real power of NYC, the 1.21 gigawatts of the city, where real people stop on their way to changing the destiny of the world, then come to Viand. Bring the kids. This is NY, not Epcot, baby.
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