Queens Comfort is a lot like much of Manhattan and Brooklyn--pre-made, cute, safe. A theme park version of what a fun NYC restaurant is. There's nothing unexpected, strange, scary or excellent or surprising to be had, but by golly, judging by the scores of half-cool Brooklyn types there happily lining up, that's what NYC douchebags crave these day. On a street with a gay bar with amazing hamburgers and good cocktails, and a beautiful Italian deli, this half-ass place packs em in. Fuck tourists and trend followers. Walk around a little and perhaps make up your minds and try something that you've not already been told to do by NY mag or some website. How lame is this place? My OLD BOSS came to Queens to eat there.
The details--the brunch burrito is tasteless, the chicken is too salty and waffles are EGGOS (frozen supermarket shite), the fried green tomato sammy is bad fat people food.
I liked the DVD of Destroy All Monsters (Japanese monster flick) on the wall, but that's a bar vibe, and so is the loud 60s rock on satellite radio. And this is not a bar, THEY DON'T EVEN SERVE ALCOHOL.
RATING: Boo Hiss.
Queens Comfort
40-09 30th Ave
Queens, NY 11103
(photo by guest photo snapper Chante Tenoso, whom I still owe for this meal. )
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