More than once in the past few months I've remarked that I probably would have starved to death during the remodeling if it wasn't for Epstein's. Of course, there was never any danger of that happening, as I've gained something like a pound a week. But still. Epstein's was a regular fall back destination, and their chicken noodle soup my most regular choice. The simple preparation of rich, homemade-tasting broth and thin egg noodles was warming, satisfying and delicious.
I didn't delve too much into the deli meats, I left that to the Grumpy Diner, who loves Epstein's pastrami and corned beef. I'd occasionally indulge in a potato knish (practically enough to feed a family of four!) or the absolutely wonderful whitefish salad. Their bagels I can take or leave -- too bready, not chewy enough. I prefer their rye bread; they have several kinds and it's all great. The chicken potpie is big enough to share and still have leftovers. (Who knew when I wrote this that potpie has become the favored food of the fabulous?)
Eat in, take out, early-bird special or late night snack. It's all good.
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