[What You Should Order At...] Little Purity


When I was in my 20’s, I dated a guy that lived above Park Slope’s Katina’s Diner. I used to lug my hungover ass down his apartment steps in the morning to scarf down mediocre diner pancakes, sometimes still wearing my pajamas. It was convenient and I was lazy. Times have changed, but only a little. I’m no longer in my 20’s, Katina’s is now Little Purity, and though I still pride myself on being lazy, I now lug my sober ass many blocks to order Little Purity’s mind-blowing lemonade. “What?!” you say? "A mere glass of lemonade is your recommendation for what to get?" Hear me out, FIPS readers.