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Kozy Korner has had its ‘opening’ data specified in three separate places on its marquee for weeks, before its reopening with limited seating — but the aforementioned delivery and takeout goes on

(Virus or not, is there a vigil in the village? Look elsewhere my friend, such as on The Headliner — is that God?)

When they say they open at open, they mean it … And the prices will really open your (bleary) eyes:
— The sign at Kozy Korner in the village of North Hudson has on most days said they open at either 11 or 8 a.m.,
depending on whether its a weekday or weekend, and now-needed “delivery starts at open.” And that’s for certain
not a few moments in time later, but truly on the hour. These last couple of days they are redacting their verbage to
make it better serve customers, who can venture into the double-door gathering area and then a couple feet inside
before being stopped by a series of velvet ropes, theater style, that thus indeed look kozy and prompt patrons to
give their order for pickup — and that often might include a special breakfast pizza. Or the Wednesday wonder of
specials, a K-esquedia, if you have Mexican on your mind. And Monday welcomes in each new week with $10
wings and beer, hard to beat. Plus, on each of the five days of Monday-Friday, from 11 a.m. to 6 pm., the koziest of
all extended Happy Hour Specials. But wait, there’s more, because as they’ve recently said, and you’d have to wait
and see the sign, there is an additional offering that’s very kozy with your money. Surprise? Well, we knew this was
coming, there now is limited seating available inside, to compliment the roomy enclosed outdoor patio, and
accommodate both rules and our recent rain. They can even use a slice of their hearty pizza to prop open the door
so you can come in. But, really, you’d rather eat it.
— Just up the way is the special advertised at Village Liquor for a fizzy, we’re assuming but in a good way, drink called
Vizzy, and I have to wonder if it is endorsed by Ozzy himself. But this brew is in various medium sizes, meaning you
can get it for pennies on the dollar for what it would cost for a Black Sabbath ticket, plus have enough left to get
one to go, to boot, after listening to the iconic-but-not-fashion-statement Fairies Wear Boots. But guesswork also
suggests that Mr. Osbourne, also known for helping write Mr. Crowley, and they both are known for their excess,
would want the full 30 pack — and another to go.

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