I’ve been keeping this one a secret for a long time for fear that this will
become The New Thing, but I’m seeing all manner of coffee shop posts here and there and I just can’t keep quiet about Nick’s any longer.
Still not sure I want to reveal the exact location, but here are some snaps
of the place, and of the super-delicious Ham and Eggs breakfast they serve.
What makes the ham so great? Why, they Grow Their Own Pigs of course!
(Some would say they “raise” their own pigs, but I like it better my way.)
Nick’s is kind of like Apple Pan – it’s just a tiny place and it’s all counter, worked faithfully by Irma and usually packed with patrons. And if you’re one of them pinko commie fags what hates cops, stay the hell out because at least half the patrons at any given time are cops and it’s a long-established cop hangout. I need to check my facts but I also believe it’s owned by two retired cops.
I’ve never felt safer – or happier!
And of course, the bottom line, for three gigantic meals:
Address is – uh, maybe I’ll tell you next week.