December 15, 2011
As Al noticed in the comments section yesterday, Jeremiah Moss announced the reopening of The Waverly Diner! I’ve been waiting for this since last summer, so you know where we’re off to tonight. I hope they kept the black and white 8x10’s! And I pray the orange juicer is there for Biff, let’s go see.
I thought we'd walk there, it's a straight shot down Sixth Avenue. Just ignore the angry Cardboard Box Man to the left. He appears to be restrained...and pissed. Aaaahhh!
Hey, check out this photo in the frame store window.
It's a photo of The Waverly Diner!
Okay, we're almost there, in fact I think I see the neon in the distance.
Goddamn...it looks just the same. This is a great moment, nice to see the corner back to the way it was.
Inside the changes are minimal. There's the double and single booths to the left.
The right area is a little different, there's now booths and tables where the kitchen counter once was.
There's still a couple booths up in the front window.
The counter is now all the way in the back, which I believe seems to be a little longer. I think they gained some space in here.
Here's a view of the marble-topped counter from the back end of the diner. Looks nice!
Freddie serves up a beer with Jonna at his side. Still nice and friendly in here.
And here's Bobby, great to see the old crew back in here again!
The only disappointent for me was the 8 x 10 glossy black and white autographed photos aren't back. But Freddie said they may be putting them back up in the future. I'll bug them until they do.
The menu is exactly the same.
And here's Freddie with my order.
I just got an order of the chicken wings. It was too late for a full-fledged meal. I have the night off tonight though to see a friend of mine's band, so I'll return for the Waverly Melt, stay tuned for that tomorrow! Oh... and Biff...
And good news for Biff the orange juicer made the transition! Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.
The Waverly Diner
I have to admit, as I walked up to the Waverly Diner and saw the neon signs spraying color out onto a winter’s night on Sixth Avenue in Manhattan, I got a little choked up at the sight. It was really a happy feeling.
I don’t remember my first meal in The Waverly Diner, but I know it was sometime in the summer of 1993 when I first moved here and I was living on the Upper West Side. I’ve always liked to walk up and down Bleecker Street and that area in Greenwich Village and would always stop at The Waverly Diner when I made a trek downtown, which was often. Sometimes I’d sit in one of the burgundy vinyl single booths, other times I’d camp out at the counter. I’d usually get the Waverly Melt and fries, but I think through the years I’ve sampled nearly everything on that menu a couple times at least. I got to know the crew working in there and would have fun kidding around with them.
“You’re charging me for the soup? They give this stuff away for free in the missions!” Was one of my standing routines that I wore into the ground, but it always got a laugh.
You’d see other familiar diners in there and nod and smile and they’d do the same back at you. You never get to know these people, but they kind of feel like family in a strange, dinerly kind of way. It makes you feel like part of a community. And when places like this close and a Starbucks barges in, communities start to crumble and people become less familiar. Not as many smiles and nods become nonexistent.
When I saw the boards on the windows last summer, and the neon signs unlit, I thought it was the end of the Waverly Diner. I dreaded the thought of a 7-11 or a Chipotle or...well, you know the list by now, moving in and wrecking my fond memories of the place. Or even worse, someone would buy it and Fedoradize it, keep the name and completely turn it into a yuppiefied version of what it once was while serving pig’s heads and artisanal hot chocolate to a hapless band of fools who buy into a pathetic shit show like that.
You know what it felt like sitting at the counter drinking beer, talking to the crew and eating chicken wings in there? It felt like I was kicking Mayor Bloomberg in the balls. And boy if that isn’t a good feeling! Stop in the Waverly Diner and experience it yourself, you’ll be glad you did.
Waverly Diner
385 Sixth Ave. (at Waverly Pl.)
212-675-3181
Further Reading: Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, DNAinfo and Grub Street.
When I can, I will,
Words defy the plan,
When I can, I will.
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