Last call... It’s a rough time.
The music stops. The lights go up. The scotch ceases to pour.
And, tragically, it almost never includes a short stack of pancakes.
Changing that: Pop Diner, an ’80s-themed all-night spot that’s equipped to handle your breakfast, dinner and after-hours hash brown needs, now soft-open in the West Village.
This 24-hour spot comes courtesy of a Detroit restaurateur with an affinity for the ’80s and chili-topped coneys. So there are cheesy omelets and brown-and-white leather booths and three-patty burgers and great big plastic menus and walls bedecked with boldly colored paintings of Billy Idol and the Ghostbusters.
Oh, and it’s across the street from those notoriously strong drinks at the Loon, so keep that in your back pocket. Then take it out at 2:15am when you require non-gin-and-tonic-related sustenance. Just step inside and occupy that round booth in the back by the Michael Jackson portrait. Next, request some scrambled eggs, cinnamon raisin french toast and a side of jalapeño poppers. (Hey, the heart wants what the heart wants.)
And for those times when you make it in before 2am (like, say, breakfast), this diner’s got a full bar. We’re talking beers on tap, rows of vodka, whiskey-spiked milkshakes.
You know what they say about the early bird and the spiked milkshake...
The music stops. The lights go up. The scotch ceases to pour.
And, tragically, it almost never includes a short stack of pancakes.
Changing that: Pop Diner, an ’80s-themed all-night spot that’s equipped to handle your breakfast, dinner and after-hours hash brown needs, now soft-open in the West Village.
This 24-hour spot comes courtesy of a Detroit restaurateur with an affinity for the ’80s and chili-topped coneys. So there are cheesy omelets and brown-and-white leather booths and three-patty burgers and great big plastic menus and walls bedecked with boldly colored paintings of Billy Idol and the Ghostbusters.
Oh, and it’s across the street from those notoriously strong drinks at the Loon, so keep that in your back pocket. Then take it out at 2:15am when you require non-gin-and-tonic-related sustenance. Just step inside and occupy that round booth in the back by the Michael Jackson portrait. Next, request some scrambled eggs, cinnamon raisin french toast and a side of jalapeño poppers. (Hey, the heart wants what the heart wants.)
And for those times when you make it in before 2am (like, say, breakfast), this diner’s got a full bar. We’re talking beers on tap, rows of vodka, whiskey-spiked milkshakes.
You know what they say about the early bird and the spiked milkshake...
