Why you should have lunch at Coda

My lunch at Coda (1744 Broadway) didn’t start off very well. Although it certainly wasn’t the fault of the Crossroads bar and grill. I couldn’t open the door. But just as I was casually going to walk away and pretend that I hadn’t been tugging fruitlessly on the handle, a face appeared in the window and waved me in.

“We usually have a sign up,” explained the cook, who graciously opened the side door for me. The front entrance, you see, is on 19th Street, not Broadway. It’s a point I’ll be sure to remember the next time I eat there.