Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Saturday, June 28, 2014
The More Things Change
"That place used to be a French Roast," I say, pointing to a hideous new, faux-50's style diner complete with gaudy neon and chrome trimmed linoleum tables. "One night when I first moved here, I sat in there and ate a creme brûlée and watched it snow these beautiful, huge fuzzy flakes. New York is changing so much."
A few blocks further down we find the actual French Roast, still bustling and cute and very much a going concern.