Top Hat Deli

Since the ‘about’ section of Top Hat Deli’s website isn’t about food, this picture isn’t about food either. It’s the server’s nails, and they are fabulous.

Normally a restaurant's “about” section has something to do with the food they serve. Not the Top Hat Deli. It’s the story about some stupid hat that no one wants to throw away. I may have paraphrased a bit here, but here goes:

Max bailed on Germany in ’36, showed up in NYC with a TOP HAT. He married Betty, had Jerry, and started slinging specialty foods.

Jerry grew up, married Harriet, moved to Miami, built Monel Foods, and brought that damn TOP HAT to every party—including his own wedding. Gross.

TOP HAT: For the family that built it—loud, stubborn, unstoppable.

This “New York Deli" inspired place has a fun menu, cool drinks and solid deli basics. It’s a big space so I didn’t have to wait. They have a bench out side for such things so it must happen. In the valley of tall buildings popping up in Fat Village one wonders how long before the whole building gets stomped. I’m half Jewish, half Italian and half Irish though ethnically Mexican so I felt right at home.

And, I guess they have food there. I got the Breakfast Ramen which I usually love but maybe I’m over it. It’s what it sounds like; smoky bacon ramen broth, sliced breakfast sausage, pork belly and 3/2 of a poached egg…. yes three halves… in a big bowl with ramen noodles. It was all kinda one note. The novelty has warn off and despite the different textures it all had basically the same super salty flavor. I think that is the last time for me. I need to change it up next time. I will be back.

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