A dozen times I'd passed the storefront deep in the shadow of the W and the gates were always pulled down. Flanked by fading plywood cutouts of Coke bottle caps, the rickety sign "Luncheonette" also proclaimed the place moribund. Then a friend surprised me by saying he'd eaten there recently. I'd never seen it open because the café closes... More >>>
By photo: Tara Engberg
There's Tony, there's his sign. We hope Elena is inside.