Greenwich & Delancey — Restaurant in Greenwich

Here’s the review: We walked in, and immediately, the place felt like the kind of joint where cool people go to eat cool food and pretend they’re not impressed by anything. Spoiler: I was impressed. We started with the matzoh babka, which, by the way, is the kind of dish that makes you question every life choice that didn’t lead you to this moment. It was like dessert and bread had a baby, and that baby was raised by a Jewish grandmother in Brooklyn.

Then came the sandwiches. Oh, the sandwiches. I had Chef David’s pastrami on challah, and let me tell you, it was the kind of sandwich that makes you want to call your ex just to tell them you’ve moved on to something better. My wife went for the post-workout chicken sandwich, which, by the way, is the only workout-related thing I’ve ever envied. It was juicy, flavorful, and basically everything you want in life wrapped between two pieces of bread.

The service? Alan was the MVP. The guy was like a food whisperer—attentive, knowledgeable, and just the right amount of charming without being weird about it. He made sure we felt like regulars, even though it was our first time.

The ambiance? Perfect. It’s the kind of place where you can imagine Bukowski writing a poem in the corner, or maybe just me scribbling a Yelp review. Either way, it’s got that effortless cool that doesn’t try too hard.

Bottom line: Greenwich and Delancey is the kind of place that makes you want to move to Greenwich just so you can eat there every day. It’s not just a meal; it’s an experience. And if you don’t go, well, that’s on you. But...

Jeez Louise this place is unbelievably delicious and scratches that “bowl of matzah ball soup on a cold winter’s night the way my Bubbie made it” itch like you wouldn’t believe. Their warm pastrami sandwich - oh my goodness - I’ll be thinking about for a while. Even the pickles! The pickles too were something special. What I’ll really be writing home about though are the desserts - which I always have low expectations for when it’s dairy free. The Russian coffee cake was like a big warm Eastern European hug. I don’t know what that means either but it was chef’s kiss. Speaking of the chef, my husband said he was nice as can be. Take advantage of this absolute gem of a...

I saw how good the menu looked on UberEats and decided to come in person. No Uber, web, or signage info indicated they were closed. It was 12:30pm on a Wednesday. When I arrived, there were two people dining inside with the door locked who just stared at me, 9+ months pregnant, as I knocked. I called the phone number on the door and the phone number on the website (weirdly, different) but no one answered. Finally an Orthodox Jewish man came out and told me they were having 'a private event at 4pm' and 'no food was ready'. They turned me away. I don't think I can try to come back again because the hours and menu may not be consistent, and I felt very slighted by the...