Diner has many delicious items. The hamburger is the best in the neighborhood. The fries are too. So is the chocolate cake. The cheese selection is good and there is always a delicious side of greens. They used to have a hanger steak over mashed potatoes that I would order a bit. They took that off the menu since they couldn't get enough of it locally organic grass-fed style. If you go there, try the one of the fish specials or anything they might have made with pork. Anything at all with pork in it.
Once our friend Dominic got kicked out of there because Toy (aka Müsh) tried to bite someone. Mark had to lock the door as Dominic was trying to bust back in, yelling rants about fascism and how the neighborhood had changed. This was a number of years ago. He is one of those types that always tells the truth. There is a kind of social contract that leaves the door open for white lies, skirting around the obvious and ignoring certain unpleasant differences in opinion. Dominic is far too idealistic for these conventions. He tells it as he sees it and it can be really refreshing. Except when it is not so fresh. He lives in Costa Rica now, but I don't know if he has mellowed too much. He will still be able to kick my ass when he is seventy years old. He is that type of guy. Brooklyn is a little less intelligent without him here. But we still have Diner, minus the hanger steak.
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