Twenty years ago, St. Marks was a totally different place, crawling with crusty punks and cheap dives. Nowadays, it's not as grimy, but it is ripe with tourists, NYU lanyards, and restaurants. There remains one reminder from decades ago; a less observant person might just miss it walking down the street. It's a basement bar with only a dusty red sign that says, "GRASSROOTS TAVERN," in between Mamoun's and yet another smoke shop.
This brunch spot fuses the classics with just the right amount of Middle Eastern inspiration.