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A bone-in beef rib sits in the bowl, and the house special is built to get you to it. Fresh noodles underneath, broth to work through, and a pressed juice on the side if you want something cold against all that beef. The kitchen runs four days a week across a few midday hours, which makes this a lunch you plan rather than one you stumble into. Show up near opening, and let the rib be the entire decision.

Breakfast is birria here, and the doors open at 8 with the beef already going. Order a chicharrón taco alongside it for contrast, crisp against all that softness. The people behind the counter are glad you came, which counts for more on a Tuesday morning than anybody wants to admit. And then there is the coconut horchata, sweet and cold and the detail you will end up describing to somebody else later in the week.

Salt-and-pepper wings first, then negotiate the rest. The wings are what people come here for, and they arrive in a quantity that makes a table go briefly quiet. Everything else is built the same way, portioned for people who came to share rather than for one person with a fork. This is group food in the best sense, where nobody orders for themselves and everybody eats more than they meant to. Bring more people than you think you need, and put in for the wings twice.

Aguachile is the opening move, and it sets how ambitious the rest of the order gets. From there the menu opens into oysters, ceviche, the tostada especial, gobernador tacos, and hot seafood plates — a full Sinaloa program rather than a single-format counter. The sauces are where this kitchen makes its case, and the room is kept spotless enough that you notice. Start cold, take your time, and let somebody at the table talk you into the oysters.

Come with four people and an argument about what to order. The roast duck and the house pan-fried noodles are the anchors, and the menu is broad enough from there that a table can go in four directions and still end up sharing everything. Portions run big enough that taking food home is the plan rather than the accident. This is the National City dinner that works when nobody at the table can agree on anything. Order past what looks reasonable.

Happy hour is when this Hoover Avenue counter is most itself, and it is the right time to walk in cold. The fish is fresh, and the ownership is present in a way you notice — when something is not right, somebody deals with it. Two rolls have carried this place's reputation, and there is no reason to choose between them on the same visit. Order both, then let whoever is making them send over one more.

The OG is two Wagyu-blend patties with the edges gone crisp, caramelized onion doing the sweet work, and a sauce that knows to stay out of the way, all on a soft bun that holds together to the last bite. It is $11. The counter lives inside Friends of Friends, so you order a burger in a coffee shop, which turns out to be a considerably better idea than it sounds. Get the OG, get it early in the day, and eat it right there.

Curry tamales sit on the menu next to the biryani, and they are exactly what they sound like — the sort of thing that happens when a South Indian kitchen opens on East 8th Street. The curries run brighter and lighter here, a long way from the butter-chicken default, and the paratha is built to be pulled apart by hand. Board games are stacked in the room, so nobody rushes anybody out. Get the punch card on your first visit and plan on using it.

Two brothers-in-law opened this room in September 1958 — an opera singer from Capri and a fisherman from Gloucester — and the same family is still running it. Tom Waits worked here before he was Tom Waits, and later put the place in a song. The sandwiches are called torpedoes and the baked ones are where to start: meatball and cheese, hot pastrami, the Big Philly. Pizzas run from plain cheese up to the Works, and Lasagna Al Forno is there for anyone who did not come for pizza. Split a pie and a torpedo and stop pretending you will take half of it home.