Plan J (Or Whatever Plan I’m Up To, I Forget)

I want to buy this place! I want to buy it so bad I’m in agony. Although it’s not in the best spot (for some) it will be bought sooner or later, I’m sure. Sob. There’s even room in the back to put in a garden and seating! Just imagine it all cleaned up and sparkling.

It’s on the highway (aka West Street) between Leroy and Clarkson, and that particular block still has a very industrial feel. But I think that only adds to its charms. A diner like this should be nestled between autobody shops and garages.

Sigh, sigh, sigh. I need a fairy godmother. I wouldn’t post this if I thought I had a chance of buying it, but I don’t so someone should snap it up.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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3 thoughts on “Plan J (Or Whatever Plan I’m Up To, I Forget)

  1. I remember going there about 20 years ago (or more). I often walked right past it when looking for it. It was a totally working class, unglamorous place, too, not like a few other diners that achieved cult status over the years.

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