There are a lot of things you could say - good and scathing - about Chubby's, the 24-hour diner at 3756 Broadway, but I had never considered using the words gracious service before. This is, after all, no place for the genteel, particularly after 1 a.m.
While a friend and I were waiting for cheeseburgers last Friday night, our server stopped by our table - without a word and totally inexplicably - and dropped off a plate of two coaster-sized iced cinnamon rolls. We eyed the rolls warily. "Did you order those?" asked my friend.
No, since I don't crave breakfast pastries with my burgers (chocolate cream pie is another story entirely). We decided that the waitress had dropped the rolls off by mistake. But when, after five or six minutes, she didn't return for them, we ate them. Nothing was said. They weren't on the bill.
But I couldn't resist calling Tony Olson, the 33-year-old restaurateur who took over the operation of the midtown diner in 2012. "What's the story with the cinnamon rolls?" I asked Olson.
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