This morning, your view is the
Bamm Automat, NYC's new and only automat, since the last one closed on 42nd Street in 1991. I finally got a look at Bamm in the East Village last night and while I understand the retro-kitsch of the joint (and the place is very neat looking in a pink-Hello Kitty-7/11 kind of way), the practice of having to put a pile of quarters into a little door to get to your teriyaki burger while there's a clerk standing right there who could reach into the little window and hand it to you, well, it just seems like a lot of bother. "Hey! I opened the little door and got my OWN damn burger!" Shrug.
This morning, your view is the Bamm Automat, NYC's new and only automat, since the last one closed on 42nd Street in 1991. I finally got a look at Bamm in the East Village last night and while I understand the retro-kitsch of the joint (and the place is very neat looking in a pink-Hello Kitty-7/11 kind of way), the practice of having to put a pile of quarters into a little door to get to your teriyaki burger while there's a clerk standing right there who could reach into the little window and hand it to you, well, it just seems like a lot of bother. "Hey! I opened the little door and got my OWN damn burger!" Shrug.
