Nothing cements your single status as a semi-young Catholic woman like sitting in a Jewish deli alone over fried latkes and listening to Dido's "Thank you."
If you want atmosphere, it's definitely here from the frankfurter-shaped menu to the comics on the walls (they have to be from the 50s or 60s). This was my first visit and I didn't have much so I can't fully judge this place.
Latkes were comforting on a cold night. But be warned: if you're sitting down, you have to pay a $4 minimum. This would have been nice of the lady at the counter to say something before I sat down instead of deciding to take home my latkes.