Ok, this post is going to be really vague. I remember reading an article about a restaurant somewhere below 14th Street, I believe. I think it was in The New Yorker. This place doesn't even have a sign outside, I don't think, and doesn't really have a menu, either. And I seem to recall the decor being rather eccletic, with road signs and random things hung around the place. Does anyone what I'm talking about?