Eppel’s Restaurant

At Eppel’s, you’re always somebody’s baby. “Sit anywhere you like, baby,” the hostess will say to you. “You like your soup, baby?” the server will ask. Whether you actually do like your soup is somewhat beside the point (not that the garden vegetable isn’t nice). Because when it comes to a place with this much character, it doesn’t matter if you’re eating the chicken melt (a plump breast resting on a croissant and submerged in Swiss) or the golden miniature waffles—as long as you’re taking in the experience, you’ll leave satisfied.