No one place has regulated our Brooklyn social life more than the restaurant called Diner. We moved down the street about five months after it opened its doors and have eaten there nearly weekly since.
Most of the bartenders and waiters have come and gone but those who stayed got to watch us celebrate, fight, party, combust, disintegrate, reconstitute and finally grow. A real show I am sure.
Lindsey is still one of the long timers there. She tried to get away for a while and ultimately she will succeed, but I am glad she has failed so far.
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I liked that place a lot when it first opened (this was back when I still lived in Carroll Gardens, before moved to Los Angeles).
Glad to hear that it's turned out well.
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