There’s no kvelling over picture-perfect golden-yolked eggs with better provenance than your nearest relation. Nor is savoring the artisanal loaves of buttered toast likely, because there are none. And no need to fret whether the bacon is nitrate free because it most assuredly isn’t. Instead, breakfast at Marcy’s Diner on a weekend or weekday morning (the earlier the better because you don’t want to wait) is a no-frills culinary epic where hash is slung with style and the crispiest hash browns around come from a Sysco container of pre-grated potatoes. (Oh but what she does to make them regal is the queen’s magic touch.)
Darla Neugebauer, the Free Street entrance and outside signpost
