Daily Provisions

Everything you could ask for in a Danny Meyer all-day café: casual, delicious, affordable food; a cheery little brass-and-marble-accented space; and service of the sort that thinks nothing of comping a glass of Empire Builder rosé when it takes too long for someone to lug a fresh keg up from the basement. Then there are the sandwiches: The Italian breakfast number is a knockout, the dry-aged patty melt is abundantly gooey, and the vegetarian broccoli melt ought to come with instructions on how to use a defibrillator. Go early in the morning before they run out of what must be the world’s finest French crullers and take a dozen to the office. There is no sounder method of sweetening the boss before you ask for a raise.