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While Seventh Avenue has evolved into a warren of low-lit bistros, upscale shelter shops, and boutique markets with $12 jars of cilantro pesto, Grand Canyon stays true to Park Slope’s scruffier days, its harshly lit dining room a repository for nicked-wood paneling, institutional tiles, and halfhearted Western décor (the steer horns! the wagon wheels!). The menu still lists hoary staples like Health Salad—canned fruit salad with Jell-O and a scoop of cottage cheese—while more recent additions such as wraps and panini can’t quite shake the feeling that it’s still 1983. Best to do as the waitresses do when they’re on break, and have a hamburger or—if it’s early in the day—Belgian waffles topped with ice cream, chopped nuts, and a dollop of Cool Whip. Why did that have to go out of style? — Sarah Gold