This is an error message. It would seem that you have tried to look up information about the Denny's restaurant in the Financial District, but that can't be right. In a city with some of the best dining options in the world—including actual greasy spoon diners—you're looking up Denny's for one reason or another. Maybe you're drunk and need somewhere to eat late at night to absorb the alcohol. That's understandable. The Financial District isn't known for its all-night dining options, but they do exist. And you're in New York City, anyway. There are cabs and buses and trains. You could make it to French Roast in Greenwich Village in 15 minutes. Veselka's vaunted dining room is 20 minutes away, tops. The point is, you don't need a Moons Over My Hammy right now. No matter what your stomach is telling you. Your stomach has no neurons—it is a stupid organ, if ever there was a stupid organ.

Denny's offers a menu of classic American comfort food, the sort of things your mom used to make for breakfast, and a panoply of diner entrees, all completely devoid of the love and care that makes food worth eating. Remember that time you thought the spaghetti from the Play-Doh factory looked super edible, but when you ate it, you were filled with nausea and regret? Some mistakes you just never get too old to make. If you're a tourist, you're doing yourself a great disservice eating at Denny's—again, unless you are intensely drunk—just as you would be wasting your time and money on any eating establishment you could just as easy patronize back home. There's nothing particularly special about a New York City TGI Friday's, Chili's, IHOP, etc., and while this will be a "chic" version of Denny's, there's no glory in going home and telling friends and family you "got real drunk and ate at a fancy Denny's."

But maybe you're looking up Denny's because you can't believe such a sub-par chain restaurant is opening a location in New York City. And, allowing that oddity, that it's opening up nowhere near Times Square. Yeah, it's weird, although it's fun to imagine George Washington wandering out of Fraunces' Tavern after his inauguration, drunk and craving a Grand Slam breakfast. Local residents have clamored against the chain putting down roots in the neighborhood, but then, they've chosen to live in the Financial District, a place predicated on the idea that whatever makes money is good. But the more you think about it, citizens of Lower Manhattan, the more real it becomes. This is a reverse Tinkerbell situation we have here. If we simply don't believe, maybe the Denny's will go away. After all, it was a collective lack of clicking heels that made the IHOP in the Village vanish like a plate of pancakes at 4am on a Saturday night.