Jimmy's Lunch. In lonely old Troy, NY, which once processed the nation's steel, shirt collars, bells and liquor, and guided its tugboats up the Erie Canal. Borders Congress Street and an alley, giving it a shady, marginal category. The neon "Open" sign is placed at an angle, as if to beckon would-be customers down on busy nearby 4th Avenue, blocked only by the American flag. Inside, it is on the dark side. No light is wasted. The air seems to be akin to syrup, so slowly do people move. You can hear the dust settle. No rat race here. Just cheap lunch plates. Breakfast for $1.95. Jimmy's "Fine Food," as the sign says.