Manny’s is a genuine crossroad of walks of life and pleasure. Rich folk eat the same sandwich, potato pancake and blueberry pie that the streets and sanitation boys chow. It’s a social equalizer. We both chase it down with an ice cold green river. You stand up with your tray full and hating yourself some but you gaze at the Jagoffs in the room and realize you’re part of a tradition of this restaurant that’ll have a blue collar table of six next to city hall table of four. Deals are made and stomachs are stretched at this icon and we are so blessed to be a cog in this machine of beauty. Cheers Gumball ! ** Art by Mr Tony Fitzpatrick














