Pink Pony

Like a not-starving-just-scrawny artist girl in lavender leggings, face-swallowing sunglasses, and cowboy boots (still) perched on a bike designed for a four-year-old, pedaling her ass off as the new LES catches up to her, and fast. Frenchy/African bistro with eclectic photo walls pulls off the look during the weekdays. Pesky cash-only policy means you'll need to hit up the ATM for a slice of the old trust fund. Good windows, decent enough grub, half-assed service, strong coffee.