TLC is right around the corner on 2nd St, just opened a couple of days ago. We went in to see if he had cousherie, an Egyptian dish of noodles, rice, garbanzos, & onions that I haven't had since the restaurant up the block closed. He was Indian, however, so no kusheri (or however the hell it's spelled). Very pleased we had come in.
It seemed curated, like an art gallery. Like a Warhol, Ann said.
When it gets busier, maybe it'll seem more lived in.
We talked in hushed tones & wandered around, lightly not-quite-touching the displays.
Update: Johnny went in for a sandwich after I told him about TLC. He went in again yesterday & the guy asked if he wanted the same sandwich. It's sweet & a little sad.
It seemed curated, like an art gallery. Like a Warhol, Ann said.
When it gets busier, maybe it'll seem more lived in.
We talked in hushed tones & wandered around, lightly not-quite-touching the displays.
Update: Johnny went in for a sandwich after I told him about TLC. He went in again yesterday & the guy asked if he wanted the same sandwich. It's sweet & a little sad.