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The first obvious flaw
with this aborted attempt at a 50's-style luncheonette is the fact
that there are absolutely no customers -- not ever. You would figure
that this very E.J.'s-ish diner would flourish, just as that successful
franchise has, packing yuppies like coach customers into booths and
tables for weekend brunch and weekday dinner. Not so. This place has
the charm of a stainless steel brassiere, and an impending sense of
failure that hangs over the room as if it was a burger joint in Calcutta.
The overpriced diner food is actually pretty good, if you can stomach
the loneliness, but better go quick because this place is not long
for this world. [MF]
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