Down on John Street, between Broadway and Nassau, there's a little hole in the wall called the Roxy. It's one of those survivors, a greasy spoon that has somehow managed to elude the wrecking ball that's been crumbling the Financial District and the whole city.
It's got everything a luncheonette should have: chrome swivel stools, a quilted stainless steel backsplash, and good egg creams.
We can add this one to the egg cream collection: foamy, creamy, multilayered goodness.
A few more luncheonettes (most of them vanished):
Cup & Saucer