"If you can’t get a hold of us on a Sunday morning, it’s because we’re sitting at the U-shaped counter inside Nick’s with our phones turned off. This legendary blue-collar diner just north of Chinatown has been open since the Truman administration and is where you go to eat a giant chorizo scramble and pretend you’re someone else for a few hours. The menu has everything from oatmeal fruit bowls to avocado salads, but you’re sitting next to three octogenarians who survived Woodstock. This isn’t the place to get cute. Snag an egg combo, the ham steak, or a big bowl of chili and be on your way." - nikko duren, brant cox, sylvio martins, garrett snyder