You never know what will turn your head or make your day.
There’s a little luncheonette on Lexington Avenue, in the 80s, that’s been there since 1926. They used it in the beginning of the 1975 film, Three Days of the Condor, when Robert Redford is out buying breakfast, while his office gets casually, well I won’t tell you in case you haven’t seen it.
They still have framed photos on the walls, all autographed, though now, a little faded.
It was run then by the father of the fella who runs it now, so it’s been passed down, like a prized heirloom, and considering how New York changes her clothes business wise, that’s saying something.
Lined up like bowling pins, they have old style Coca-Cola bottles stacked in the front window, and one of the last places with a counter where you can have, a tuna melt, chicken club, Burger Deluxe, or a BLT, with an egg cream, on the side.
I pass it often, but today there was a new sign below the Coke bottles, luring me in at 6:45, right before closing.
John, who bears a remarkable resemblance to his dad, complete with the little paper hat and full apron he always wore, smiled and said, “Nice to see ya…been a while…so what’ll it be?”
“How bout, lightly scrambled eggs and well-done rye toast?”
He winked and said, “Wanna a little bacon with that?”