they are all over the place, you are tripping over them. they range from the greasy spoon take away type thing through to the plush restaurants. the problem is that you can walk for miles trying to make a choice as to which one you will eat in.
some look inviting, some you can tell that no matter what you order what you will get is food poison. some look friendly and welcoming while others are obviously there for made men only!
some of the diners are just what you expect them to be, lots of tables, rude busy eaters, patrons sitting at tables who are planning their next movie, play or book. others are no more than a hole in the wall that serve food and coffee that just about qualifies for such a description. these are the ones where the décor is almost as old as new york itself; they are they hall of formica topped tables with wonky legs. they are the places where you don’t linger too long.
some seem to be buzzing with people, others are ghost towns.
but diners are everywhere and they hold the promise of that fictional new york that we see on tv and movies, more often than not they let you down, but at least you get fed.
while i am here i am i am eating meat. it seems the best way to experience the place as it should be. turkey has become a favourite. the philly cheesesteak is to be avoided.
the soft drink that has made the trip is boylan’s black cherry soda. it is lovely; i will miss that when i return to london.
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