Sigh. This used to be the Kiev Diner. Home to memorable breakfasts of scrambled eggs, kielbasa and lushy buttered challah toast. (Jay and I still often wax rhapsodic about the place and those meals.) Open late for the Lower East Side club crowd, early for the rest of us. I’ll never forget driving from Boston to NYC one morning and hearing on the radio that the Kiev had closed. Sadness. At least, at first, it was replaced by another eaterie, one very pale in comparison. But now...this. Sigh.