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and even some Dairy Queens, but diners are where we go.
New Jersey happens to have the highest ratio of diners per capita in the nation, and we are proud of it. I think.
Rumor has it that are two or three not yet owned by Greeks. You can tell them by the lack of feta cheese prominently on the menu. They are close to Pennsylvania.
When I lived in Queens (a part of NYC for those who don't know) there were also an enormous number of diners. Absolutely the place to go after drinking yourself stupid. The only place to go, actually. Diners range from the tiny ones, almost lunch counters, in some of the towns to huge monstrosities like 7 Brothers on Route 3. The Tick Tock down the road from 7 Brothers has made it to movies and guide books.
Or is it 5 Brothers? 10 Brothers? Who can keep track...
The Kenilworth Diner and the Union Plaza are closer to tablecloth restaurants and have an almost cult folowing hanging out there.
Felix #9 on Rte 22 (no one knows where the other 8 Felix's are) might yet make it into the Guiness book in a new category of building that has had the most cars crash into it. Around 15 at last count, I believe. It's at a very nasty intersection with a death-defying U-turn involved.
Most are open 24 hours, unlike the chain places, and most will give you a pretty good meal cheap. A few will solve any constipation or other irregularity problems you may have, although reported deaths are rare.
I shall be taking off in 20 or so minutes for a local diner where they have things like the leg of lamb lunch special-- $8.95 for unlimited salad bar, coffee, entree, vegetables, soup, and dessert. Then they have the same thing for dinner for $2 more. Late at night, no specials and they really hose you because you're drunk and don't know the difference and they want you out of there fast.
For lunch, it's almost as good a deal as the $5.95 buffets around here.
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