The title of this documentary is lifted from the punchline of one of the cracked monologues philosopher-king and Greenwich Village hash slinger Kenny Shopsin delivers to camera. Loosely organized around the drama of moving his diner out of it's decades-old home, the movie introduces us to the eccentric Shopsin family and restaurant regulars, the odd, firmly specific rules of the restaurant, like no seating for parties of five, and, briefly, to the more than 900 menu items Shopsin pushes out of his phone booth-sized kitchen. My favorite is "Postmodern Pancakes:" Shopsin makes an order of pancakes, chops them up and throws them back in the batter, and then makes a new stack of pancakes, pieces and all. This movie will be a comforting trifle for New Yorkers, whether native or transplanted, who've moved away and want to spend some time with a walking talking "New Yorker" profile.
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