There is much to love about old-style diners—the look of them; the welcoming staff, many of whom have been there for decades; the vivid slang (make it moo, cluck and grunt, hot blond in sand, wet mystery); the generally down-to-earth customers; the prices; the predictable food and comfort; the nostalgia. You can sit swirly-seated by yourself at the counter nursing bad coffee and a worse mood. Or meet friends in a squeaky booth striped with duct-taped repairs to peck like greedy seagulls at the fries one caloric caution-to-the-wind diner ordered.
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Miss the dinners, cheap and fairly good food, they are almost completely gone in NYC.
I hadn't noticed the comment but I went back and read it now. Good old Wilson, Glad to see that he's still your fan. And yes, I do remember Almac's