February 26
...serving up your daily dish.
Reader JML shoots us a picture of Willie's Diner, rising again in Bloomfield Center. It was torn down last fall for structural issues and is being rebuilt. Looks like we'll be having a short stack there by summer.
February 26, 2006 in Seen around town | Permalink
Perhaps you can dine to the soundtrack of The Sweet singing "Little Willie," even. Though that looks like a big, pointy one rising behind the diner.
Posted by: cathar (8T) | Feb 26, 2006 12:49:00 PM
Debra,
Your headline for this piece would bring a lot of giggles in the UK. Or did you plan it that way (with the wonderfully symbolic church steeple in the background)?
(I must be lost in the gutter today, I guess...)
Posted by: Conan the Grammarian | Feb 26, 2006 1:46:25 PM
When i saw the headline, I honestly thought it was going to be a post about William Jefferson Clinton.
Posted by: The Iceman(*8T*) | Feb 26, 2006 1:51:54 PM
And I thought I was the only one who'd be struck by the Willie reference. I should have known better.
Posted by: crank | Feb 26, 2006 2:07:59 PM
crank...keep your head down cause ya don't want to be hit by willie rising
Posted by: The Iceman(*8T*) | Feb 26, 2006 2:14:45 PM
That was a great Jim Morrison lyric....
Glad he changed it before they recorded tho.
Posted by: crank | Feb 26, 2006 2:19:23 PM
I tried to make Willie's P (that was our name for it I don't know why) my diner of choice last year. We went and had a waiter who we were pretty sure was on drugs and could never get anything right. We had him a few times and he thought we were his friends (but he sucked at being a server). Then once we sat in the smoking section to get away from him. He even came over and questioned why we smoked and he told us he was disappointed in us for being smokers (pretend smokers). So the next time we went we sat in his section because we felt bad about previous time; he messed up more than he ever did before, (I think this is the first time we realized he was high). So when the manager at the register asked how everything was we told him that we didn't like the service and everything else that was wrong. The waiter looked like we has just stabbed him in the back because to him, we were his new best friends. And then the next week they tore the place down. Good times good times.
Posted by: katie | Feb 26, 2006 2:44:53 PM
There's a lesson in karma somewhere in that story...
And there's a cold cold wind blowin' tonight.
Posted by: crank | Feb 26, 2006 6:28:37 PM
What in God's name are disco fries? Potatoes fried in polyester?
Posted by: Miss Martta (8T) | Feb 26, 2006 11:46:32 PM
naw, dis fry goes here, dis fry goes dere...
Posted by: Conan the Grammarian | Feb 27, 2006 6:28:22 AM
"MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again"
webb
The time for "disco" fries have passed.
Posted by: cstarling | Feb 27, 2006 6:48:49 AM
When I worked at the newspaper next door, we had a couple of windows that overlooked Willie's trash bin.
We ate there somethimes, anyway!
In fact, we still MISS their cheesecake.
Posted by: Tonoose | Feb 27, 2006 7:00:02 AM
That is, we ate at the RESTAURANT, not the trash bin.
Oh, that syntax!
Posted by: Tonoose | Feb 27, 2006 7:01:04 AM
Miss Martta - Disco fries are fries smothered in gravy and (usually) mozarella cheese.
I like Park Diner, or Nutley Diner or whatever the hell it's called now. It has the least offensive design of the many diners I've been too. The silverware is also always clean.
Posted by: delicious dish | Feb 27, 2006 9:01:39 AM
"Miss Martta - Disco fries are fries smothered in gravy and (usually) mozarella cheese."
Sounds very "Philly" to me. My dad's family was from the South Jersey-Philly area and they always put gravy on their fries, never catsup.
Posted by: Miss Martta | Feb 27, 2006 9:12:27 AM
When we used to order them at Eagans on the Belleville Pike in North Arlington, they were "frenchy gravy". No cheese. No disco.
Posted by: BeanCounter | Feb 27, 2006 9:48:44 AM
"Frenchy gravy, two all the way". Now that's a meal.
Posted by: Bitpusher | Feb 27, 2006 10:04:01 AM
"So momma, if you please, pass me the pork roll egg and cheese/If you please, on a kaiser bun"---from Ween's "The Pod."
Posted by: Miss Martta | Feb 27, 2006 10:09:15 AM
