A happening place. Good food, quality coffee, interesting people. One of the remaining places in NYC that you can still smoke.
Woody Allen regularly comes there, looking for a quiet place to write and a quick bite.
And yet it is quiet enough that the owner spends his time taking cellphone cam photos of Tuna cans. “Can of Tuna, Badly Lit” will probably be considered a landmark work of pre-Gehenna art by Toreador connoisseurs.
Although Smoke has a remarkably talented staff, the interpersonal tensions are such that regular applications of Mind Control are required to keep the place running smoothly. As most places would.
The Savarina is excellent, try it next time you're in the neighborhood.
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