Check up another New York tradition gone by the wayside.
Resuming our Sunday ritual of church and brunch at a favorite lively but comfy West Village eatery Boxer’s, we told some friends to meet us there on the corner of West 4th & Barrow street at 1pm. Knowing how jammed the place gets even in the dead of winter, we got there early to snag a table for five in the light filled front section (all the better to read the papers).
Beyond the fact of a name change to Oliver’s everything appeared the same – cracked chairs, red checkered table cloths and the very same rickety table we had been straightening with matchbooks for years. And by gosh, the same menu!
That’s where the similarity and the old fashioned easy going feeling of welcome ended. 5 people ordered with results from just passable to down right fraudulent and inedible. Scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, a typical New York nosh offered not the bright orangery pink seen in smoked salmon, nova and lox but a pale pasty beige mush that was clearly the remnants of a BAKED salmon with all the briny taste associated with 2 day old fish. Ditto the Salmon Eggs Benedict and overcooked “eggs over easy” for two others with bacon that had been clearly given the last rites weeks ago.
Our salmon ordering pals complained and the waitress started to take the plates back to the kitchen when the bartender doubling as manger grilled her about the problem. We heard him saying “give the guy who said it tasted bad another dish and charge the other. The waitress knew all something was definitely and argued. Our friends re-ordered simple ham & eggs and they botched that, too.
Suddenly, it dawned on us that there were only five tables filled of the 30+ and the usual wait for a table non-existent. Now we know why. If you’re in the Village, wave when you pass by and say so long to another great hangout, just don’t go in.






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