JASE MICHAEL
Google
Here’s the review:
We walked in, and immediately, the place felt like the kind of joint where cool people go to eat cool food and pretend they’re not impressed by anything. Spoiler: I was impressed. We started with the matzoh babka, which, by the way, is the kind of dish that makes you question every life choice that didn’t lead you to this moment. It was like dessert and bread had a baby, and that baby was raised by a Jewish grandmother in Brooklyn.
Then came the sandwiches. Oh, the sandwiches. I had Chef David’s pastrami on challah, and let me tell you, it was the kind of sandwich that makes you want to call your ex just to tell them you’ve moved on to something better. My wife went for the post-workout chicken sandwich, which, by the way, is the only workout-related thing I’ve ever envied. It was juicy, flavorful, and basically everything you want in life wrapped between two pieces of bread.
The service? Alan was the MVP. The guy was like a food whisperer—attentive, knowledgeable, and just the right amount of charming without being weird about it. He made sure we felt like regulars, even though it was our first time.
The ambiance? Perfect. It’s the kind of place where you can imagine Bukowski writing a poem in the corner, or maybe just me scribbling a Yelp review. Either way, it’s got that effortless cool that doesn’t try too hard.
Bottom line: Greenwich and Delancey is the kind of place that makes you want to move to Greenwich just so you can eat there every day. It’s not just a meal; it’s an experience. And if you don’t go, well, that’s on you. But seriously, go.