We all saw it coming, but I can no longer get a melt-in-your-mouth roast beef fix in Manhattan. It came, it saw, it went. Roll-N-Roaster in the East Village is gone. The signs are down, except for one in the window. I'll miss you, but I've never been good at keeping up a long-distance relationship, Roll-N-Roaster.
Sheepshead Bay? Good lord, I'd rather go to Arby's!