Nevertheless, this was one weird lunch. The menu listed only two indisputable luncheon items, a porchetta sandwich and fried chicken, and the waiter told me neither had been prepared that day. “Sorry,” he explained, “we had a staff party last night.” I ordered a bacon-egg-and-cheese biscuit and liked the crunchy biscuit, not that biscuits should be that way… I counted 19 people in the restaurant while I was there, including the staff, and only one was a woman. She was seated at the bar, working on her computer. I’m not sure what to make of that, although I think it’s fair to say that while Bushwick has come a long way, it isn’t flourishing either socially or culinarily during daylight hours.