The hardest part about not living at home is not having access to a kitchen (and a million weird ingredients that you just take for granted). Because when you want an omelet or some other breakfast food at eleven o’clock at night or later, not only is the dining hall not open, but that’s something you really just don’t want to try microwaving. (Seriously.)
That’s why I love diners. (Of course, Edward Hopper and Dead Like Me have definitely glamorized it for me.) Chocolate chip pancakes? Spinach and feta omelets? Chocolate frappes? Monster sandwiches? Grossly unhealthy variations on french fries? Open 24-hours a day? Absolutely.
(Also, the pinky-purple lighting and tiny space only makes it better.)
So, the next time you’re lost at 3 o’clock in the morning in Chinatown, and don’t want lo-mein and dumplings, or just want to nurse a cup of coffee, head over to South Street Diner. You won’t be disappointed.
