The Greenwich Village incarnation (or is this the original location?) of Cafetasia is louder, busier and full of drunken teenagers celebrating their birthdays over a flaming ball of fried ice-cream to the sound of the obvious song blasted from speakers, and performed apparently by a chef who’s simultaneously singing Happy Birthday and chopping off his fingers while attempting to chop bamboo. Human meat or not though, the Pad Thai is absolutely orgasmic, with the noodles thinner than usual and a delish lemony flavor that goes surprisingly well with eggs, cashews, chicken and bean sprouts. And yes, the fried ice-cream. Yum. Though it takes two to eat them (not the size—the slipperiness). Same gratification, less calf muscle.
No $4-wine, alas (it’s $5). No bedbugs detected thus far.
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