
After all these years, I’ve yet to fall madly in love with a classic New York City diner (in my experience, the best ones are in the suburbs). However, I frequent them anyway because I love what diners represent. I love the bottomless coffee that leaves you slightly jittery, the kitschy wall décor, the comfy, well-worn booths, and the fluffy, oversized pancakes. Cobble Hill Coffee Shop is my local diner, and I’m very fond of it. I love that every customer gets a complimentary shot of freshly squeezed orange juice, that the food is perfectly fine and not much better than that, and that it feels like the entire neighborhood eats there.
18 days ago
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