From the evening's hand-written menu, deftly snatched up and tucked away by my delightful dining companion. Charmingly erratic capitalization and punctuation left intact. Your Hedonista's garden-variety dining annotation included.
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This morning at our local farmer’s market I ran into Liza Queen, chef-owner of The Queen’s Hideaway, a new restaurant in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I wrote about it for Time Out before she opened, but dragged my feet about actually getting over there to try Liza’s cooking. But I mentioned it to Peter Meehan, who writes the $25 and Under column for the New York Times, and two Wednesdays ago he wrote a rave the likes of which I haven’t seen since I don’t know when. After that, I figured our chances of ever getting a table were shot. I pictured legions of people jumping onto subways—actually, it’s not the easiest trip, so more likely they took cabs—and cleaning dear Liza out. No reservations, either. It’s a homey, casual spot, and reservations don’t go with that vibe. But last Sunday we decided to give it a shot, figuring if we went on the early side we’d be ok (and it was a cool enough night that sitting inside with no air conditioning wouldn’t be a problem). Arriving at 6:30, we got one of the last empty tables, inside. From our vantage point near the door we could watch the parade of hungry, hopeful customers writing their names on a steno pad in the entryway. By the time we left, waits were a good 45 minutes to an hour, on a Sunday night, on a quiet stretch in middle-of-nowhere Brooklyn.
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