Who hasn’t woken up on a dazed Saturday or Sunday morning and not felt the calling to the Mecca that is the Village Deli?
It’s not fine dining and it’s not gourmet, but it never fails to hit the spot.
Because, let’s face it, if our parents are in town we’ll make them spring for something fancier.
But when last night’s alcohol is threatening to come back up and you can’t find your wallet or phone, Village Deli will always be there with golden home fries and stacks of French toast.
