Cafe Cluny
While it may feel like there is perpetually an hour long wait to get into Cafe Cluny on any Saturday or Sunday morning, well, there is. And it's still worth it. The kind of place you wish home felt like, where the smell of bacon slaps you in the face, and the mise-en-scene looks like something straight out of a Nancy Meyers movie, there's no better spot to sit with an omelette and people watch the sidewalks as the snow falls.
Cafe Cluny, 284 West 12th Street
[Photo via @cafecluny]