I defy anyone to spend an afternoon at the lunch counter of Eisenberg's Sandwich Shop on lower Fifth, nursing a cup of coffee with a light snow falling outside, and not feel cared for, content and indisputably in New York.
The old luncheonette is a collection of comforting details, many untouched for decades, and, a few days back, while enjoying some matzah ball soup, I captured a few. The service, by the way, was unerringly considerate and easy-going.
The sign says "Why not warm up with a hot bowl of creamy tomato soup?" Take heed, world.