Native New Yorker is a fitting name as it smells like New York, on trash day, in August. There was a strong rotten egg smell wafting through the place every few minutes during our visit, and not one staff member mentioned or apologized for it. Also consistent with New York was the terrible service. We sat at the bar and it took FOREVER to get a second beer from the bartender. He was busy flirting with some middle aged soccer moms for so long that we had to yell and stop him to get a second drink. He didn't deserve the tip we gave him. Food was bland and mediocre at best, and we won't be back.