Tiffany on the Boulevard is enormous. It's where multiple worlds collide for all things cheesy, sugary, or meaty. We’ve seen a work husband audibly weep at his work wife’s retirement party (we know you secretly love her, Henry), while the bar has guys ordering Long Islands for Happy Hour and 12-year-olds gobbling up cannoli french toast as a reward for an A in English. And while the Northeast has a lot of stiff competition regarding diners, the ability to walk in with a large group and always find a table makes it one of our go-tos. Plus, the generously layered tuna melt on rye is one of the best we’ve had in a while—just save room for a chocolate cannoli or two.