[CLOSED]
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]