Wow, I easily recall eating at the two Miracle Grill locales (East Village where a cozy garden awaited over brunch hours then I moved to the West Village, now Marc Jacobs row) to eat all over again.  While I never visited the now-shuttered Park Slope location, it’s still unbelievable to know these are no mas.  And, to think the big Food Network man vs chef vs grill, a young Bobby Flay was once in the kitchen.  The southwest food was good as were the margaritas and brunch fare.  Ditto the Miracle Quesadilla.

It’s no miracle anymore.

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