A New Post about The New Post

In my neighborhood, a great little diner called The New Post sits on a corner just across from the subway entrance. It should suffice to say that my son pretty much grew in utero on bacon, egg and cheese (on a croissant, no less) sandwiches from this fine establishment. While it's a classic New York breakfast joint, The New Post also proudly proclaims itself to serve Mexican food, and the tacos are a fine weekday substitute for the local taco truck, which doesn't show up until 8pm.

So it was truly disappointing what arrived when B ordered a plate of nachos yesterday. I understand that nachos aren't the most authentic of Mexican fare, but the plate of hard tortilla chips covered with canned refried beans, chunks of tomato and pepper, and hiding a pile of grilled chicken was topped with just-barely-melted orange American cheese. It was almost as if they were saying, "You can order this, but we don't have to be happy about making it."

thanks to Let's Meet up in Queens for the photo