Jeff Smith 2:30 p.m., June 26
Chicago Invades East Village!
Sure feels like it.
"Good morning! Welcome to Lucky's!" chirp the two gals at the cash registers. Miriam and Karina. The back of their teeshirts read "At Lucky's, we love having you here."
So hey, no complaints on the cheeriness front. And you have to love the right-on-the-street openness of the place. It looks like they have lines a lot of the time, too, because the entryway has a tape with the message "Please form a line here."
Plus the retro music playin' ("Why must I be a teenager in love?") with you, as you waltz up to one of the cantilevered counter stools, all nine of them.
I order a basic "Two eggs any style." Poached. Come with hash browns and one side addition. Sides include toast, bacon ("thick-cut, smoked"), sausage. Plus I get coffee ($2.50. Large is the only size. You get free refills though).
I go for the bacon, but end up paying $2 extra for some rye toast. So we' talking $12, $13. Not totally cheap. But certainly cheery. Miriam says the old black and white wall photos come from Chicago, like the owner, Ty. "Lucky was one of the Chicago Cubs greats he admires," says Miriam. "That's him signing an autograph for the kid on the right wall.
Turns out these guys are open early (7:30am) till late (sometimes till 3:00 am). They've only been here since April. But a definite plus for this neighborhood that's got upmarket places enough.
And the ultimate bonus: breakfast all day and all nite!