Divey little restaurant that advertises ethnic food. The only ethnic is the pierogis but they're cheese only and fried so that cancels that. They feature an extensive breakfast menu with three egg omelettes, Texas toast, breakfasts under 5 bucks. Everyone knows each other in here. Mix of young, old, black, white, factory rats and folks in suits. Reasonably clean but horrid decor. Food is so so. Waitress will coach you through your order in a whispy cigarette voice, remove your plates faster than you can say, "I'm not finished" and lay the bill on the table while your left pondering listening to Foreigner on the radio. Go down to Fleet Street to Seven Roses or Red Apple...