When I lived in the West Village, I often went to Fishs Eddy,
hunting for treasure.
It's a dishware joint, where you can buy odds and ends from custom dishes made for restaurants, hotels, dining cars, etc. (Now it's become so huge, that you can register there for your wedding.) One day, while I was hunting through dish piles, I found plates from the Diner back home.
This was the Diner we often invaded before sunrise.
Where we would torture the waitresses by ordering "Eggs Any Style."
It brings me such joy to serve my kids breakfast on the very plates we sobered-up on as teenagers.