Love everything about this story. I'm a fan of traditional NY diners. Nicely told, in word and in photos.
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wonderful article, it made me hungry. the photos are exceptional.
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My family and I were frequent visitors to the old Princess Diner in Southampton...stopping in on Saturday mornings after early morning ocean swims. It was usually 75% empty and yes, ity was slightly threadbare and the service could be a touch "edgy". We were sorry to see it close 2 summers ago.
We went to the new incarnation mentioned in the article, the Silver Lining Diner. Let me say that the food, decor and service were all wonderful. The crowds weren't much bigger than the old spot but there were 5 times as many employees. They were uniformly cheery and efficient.
It was a winner of a breakfast, until the bill arrived. A standard breakfast (2 omelettes, 1 order of pancakes and some sunny side up eggs, a few sides,2 coffees and a chocolate milk) came out to $120 with tax and tip. That's about double what we paid for the same meal under the previous version of the diner.
My family and I love to eat well and we are all too familiar with Hamptons pricing. We are always happy to pay for great food, well prepared. I guess I'm just a little take aback at paying steakhouse prices for bacon and eggs.
There's a little diner a bit further east down 27, where they leave the papers out for you to read and the specials are $10. That's where we went Sunday and where we will continue to go.
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My best friend died on this day four years ago after a hard bout with the Alzheimer's. He used to do the Times crosswords in ink, was a world class Scrabble player, and -- among many other things -- taught me how to order off-the-menu in Chinese restaurants. Having dabbled once in the car-parts business, he was capable of identifying a water pump lying in the street as belonging to a 1956 Buick Riviera.
A self-described “fresh-air inspector” who inherited a safe deposit box full of money from his father who was a bookie, he lived a gentle life full of minor jobs, dogs, books, bridge, jazz, a good wife and numerous friends he was always special to.
He laughed at everything I said, and on dark, rainy nights the memory of his laughter still keeps me going.
The major decisions we make in life are made for us for us by chance, beginning with the parents we choose to be born to.
You sit down next to a stranger in a diner, order a lumberjack’s special big breakfast and walk out an hour later with the best friend of your life.
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