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Peels In Greenwich Village: The Atmosphere

Atmosphere: There’s something inherently surprising about stumbling into a charming little Southern spot in the middle of New York City. Like Penelope, I felt this way about Peels. I was just surprised to find it in the East Village. Upon entering Peels, I felt I was in Raleigh, Charleston, or Savannah, not New York City. Peels is essentially a Southern bakery and café, with wooden floors, benches, white-washed walls and a charming café bar, where you’d expect old truckers with Southern drawls to be perched upon the barstools. But instead, you find the stylish waifs of the East Village. There’s a lovely bakery when you enter, but we were whisked back to a little corner booth. The ambiance was lively—the room was filled with upbeat chatter. Nestled in our corner, on hard-yet-not-uncomfortable wooden chairs, we had plenty of time to catch up on our lives away from it all. Our waitress was attentive without being obtrusive, my preferred style of service. [Photo via]