Taste Good Malaysian There are many directions you can go if you're a spicy soup to ward off a cold type: soondubu jjigae, hotpot, menudo (for some reason tom yum doesn't appeal) or Singapore laksa, a.k.a. laksa lemak, the rich coconutty style. Somehow the combination of heat and creaminess just makes sense for a sore throat. Elmhurst's Taste Good Malaysian is as good as anywhere to get a fix. Their version filled with bean curd puffs, half a hardboiled egg, chicken shreds, a few small shrimp, fish cakes, bean sprouts and fat, round translucent noodles is a meal in itself (always a problem because it's too filling to allow for any rendang, nasi lemak or sambal shrimp) though a shared roti canai and popiah won't hurt. I only regret having waved off the scrappy gentleman trying to sell a bottle of Robitussin in front of the Queens Adult Care Center on the walk to the restaurant because I'm still sick (the laksa didn't work, but it was tasty) and too beat to walk the eight blocks to the nearest drug store.
Die Koelner Bierhalle The Park Slope beer hall with a surprising amount of seating (communal, of course) is more for drinking and sporting, though a simple bratwurst and big plate of spaetzle and speck (not pictured) are fitting winter accompaniments. Just don't try to order the bauernwurst or you'll be steered away with "Nobody orders it. We're removing it from the menu." What's wrong with the bauernwurst?
Blaue Gans You could also get a bratwurst here (no bauernwurst, sorry) but it will be $7 more than in Park Slope. While relatively casual, Blaue Gans is still more of a sit-down affair. If you order the blood sausage, you might be asked if you've had it before. (Do you see a trend forming? During three recent meals--including Qi Grill, not mentioned here--I was essentially told that I didn't really want what I said I wanted, which makes me testy.) Or maybe the server just meant it's not presented in cased sausage form, but loose and molded into a circle. No one warned me away from the calves liver with apples and bacon, thankfully.
Cafecito Bogota If you find yourself in upper Greenpoint on Sunday during dreaded brunch time, you could do worse than an a la carte arepa (though feel free to order the $16.99 three-drink with food special if you're into mucho mimosas, sangria or refajo, an unseemly blend of Colombian beer and cream soda--they weren't able to make a bloody mary). The Cartegena comes with a big mound of scrambled eggs, shrimp and cilantro.
Hudson Yards Cafe This might be the most inoffensive lunch place closest to the Javits Center. Never mind that all the other badge-wearers (you've taken yours off, of course) are drinking iced tea and Diet Coke. Stick to your guns and down two pints of Stella with your fontina (spelled fontana) and prosciutto panini; it'll endear the older bartender who's also midday tippling to you. If you're a certain age being referred to as a "good girl" isn't offensive.
Taco Chulo I don't normally eat restaurant breakfasts (despite contrary evidence above) especially not on weekdays, but I had time to kill before looking at a nearby apartment (I didn't realize how many area restaurants are dinner-only) and rajas hash with chorizo was right on, greasy and yolky with a bit of heat. Of course when I showed up to the apartment on time, a twentysomething couple was also waiting even though their appointment was a half-hour after mine and so I was forced to look at their out-of-my-budget apartments with them (and vice versa). Why kill time, waiting your turn when you can just be a twentysomething in Williamsburg?