In search of a cheap and filling breakfast, I wandered down to the East Village again. I feel at home here, so why not? A nothing-looking diner called Stage seemed the right option, with its counter for around 15 people and no tables. In fact barely any room to walk behind the bar stools, because of everyone’s huge coats (oh yes, the temperature has now dropped to 35F) and the tiny space. A plate of meat, 2 eggs and home fries, plus bottomless coffee will set you back a grand total of $6. The challah French toast looked pretty good at first, but after my giant savoury plate it lost some of its appeal. Maybe next time. The Ukrainian influence was pretty strong, and you can swap the home fries out for kasha with onions, and the dinner menu includes goulash and tripe stew. Nothing seems strange in this part of town.
Lovely sunny weather meant wandering aimlessly, and it was nothing to do with walking off the breakfast.