Oh, Cheyenne
The Cheyenne Diner, which is set to close on Sunday after 68 years, is one of our default delivery places for lunch. (We're seriously going to miss their pea soup, among other menu favorites, as well as their competitive prices.)
Last night, I stopped by the diner for a bite, since I had never eaten at the place I'd ordered from dozens of times. The experience of dining in one of these railroad-car-style diners is not to be missed, especially in the middle of Manhattan. The place was fairly empty, and most of the folks there were taking in the Cheyenne's vibe fully aware it was doomed. One or two people just popped in to take pictures. You have only a few more days to enjoy this special place.
We snapped just a few pictures, (see a bunch after the jump) since we hope to be back at least one more time. To be sure, the Cheyenne's disappearance will make the city just a little less interesting and rich. Nothing can replace the Cheyenne, nor the sea of places like it that have vanished in the past few years. And heck, where else can you see pictures of Fred Berry, Jack Cafferty and Jerry Lewis all displayed on one wall?
-- Rolando Pujol
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Nice pictures.