Before '55, I can't say. Not for the fastidious or the snooty. Take a stool at the counter, there's no tables. But who cares, you're not here for ambience, you're here for a burger at 3:45 a.m., or pancakes for breakfast. Chat with the counter man, enjoy the passing scene. You're partaking of an institution.
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