Enid’s

The girls wear white boots and big jewelry, the boys hit band shirts, rocker pants, and alligator tattoos. North of McCarren Park, a safe distance away from the slumming Manhattanites, NYU co-eds, and French people that clog the Bedford strip. Mismatched chairs and rustic aesthetic. The weekend brunch, as unconfirmed as Sasquatch, is actually quite good.

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