The teeny-tiny, and super bizarro Piccolo Cafe attracted some attention when it opened on Columbia Street, Brooklyn, last January due to its piccolo menu. Three items, to be precise.
It bulked up the menu over time, advertising each new addition in bold red and white signs outside the door. But the joint never caught on—possibly, as many readers pointed out to me, because the food was processed and lousy, and the fries routinely undercooked.
Piccolo's story may be told, now. Walking by today, the signs are gone and the inside is ripped up. No staff in sight. It may be a renovation, but I'm guessing it's doneski.