Any style!
I get my breakfast at a local Greek diner. I love my diners. Yesterday when I was there, a Chinese woman came in and sat at the counter. She shouted, “Two Egg Any Style! Two Egg Any Style!” in a relatively heavy probably Cantonese accent. Having diner-ese shouted like that made me laugh. She seemed to be a regular; the cooks knew what she meant by her order and people smiled at her.
In this area, and in Manhattan in general, lots of these old-fashioned diners are replaced by boutiques, Starbucks or tourist spots. I’m glad that there are a few still around. There’s one up the block from here where the owner rents his space out a lot for movies and commercials. Last time I heard him talking it sounded like it was a good supplement. Given that there’s a high-rise going in next door, I suspect he’ll be retiring in a year or two.
People pay a fortune to live here in Tribeca despite the scarcity of grocery stores, dry cleaners and pretty much everything except shmancy boutiques. I find it bizarre, but I guess of you have a couple of million to spend on your pied-a-terre, you don’t really need to shop for food. How embarrassingly bourgeois of me.
November 28, 2007 at 11:44 am
Darling, only the LITTLE people need groceries. How gauche!
November 28, 2007 at 12:06 pm
Too true, Freshhell dahling. I mean, why should WE care how far the help has to travel to pick up some foie gras? Really Cranky, communing with the unwashed public? Too much, ducky.
Seriously though…my heart BROKE, and I do mean that, when the last family-run diner in my Chicago neighborhood closed. It was the original social hub of that community and its closing was the final nail in the coffin of the neighborhood’s gentrified demise.
November 28, 2007 at 1:00 pm
Of course, you know, you can’t have one scrambled and one poached. The two eggs any style must be the same style.
I’ll have mine sunny side up, with bacon and hash browns and wheat toast and a tall glass of OJ. Thanks!