Today was one of those days when the winter chills goes right through you. It's frigid and bitter and every piece of exposed skin tightens under the onslaught. Alas, I had to go out today to have my green steed Angus serviced at a midtown Honda dealership. I decided to walk from the service department for the six blocks march to 7th Avenue. By the time I had gotten cross town, I could barely move my frozen digits, face and mouth. I needed refuge; I looked for a local eatery to get warm and have some breakfast. When I got to Broadway, I stumbled across The Stardust Diner. Diners are good. They can be relied upon for a quick solid breakfast and copious coffee. I dragged my frozen ass in.
Once seated, I ordered and slurped down the cup of hot joe the second it was placed in front of me. And then, the karaoke machine went on. It appears that the wait staff at The Stardust Diner are actually not very good at waitressing--they are, however, all aspiring singers. So while they don't serve food and coffee in a timely fashion, they do take turns on the microphone to belt out show tunes. I heard a cacophony of standards while waiting for my eggs. The highlight was a bravado version of "Mack The Knife" by a young man who decided to walk on the back of the booths while doing his best Bobby Darin impression. It was a little distracting because I was trying to eat.
Only in New York, people.
2 comments:
I've eaten there, it's fun and the food is decent. And the voices on those youngsters are generally pretty good.
Oh my God!!! Is that where Monica worked, where she had to wear the wig and the fake boobs? And met the millionaire guy who later became an extreme fighter?
I'm talking "Friends," of course.
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