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Sunday, September 16, 2021

Only in Hell’s Kitchen could the infamously gritty Market Diner have existed.

How gritty was this now-closed greasy spoon on the corner of 43rd Street and 11th Avenue?

A former paramedic who now works at Metropolitan Lumber and Hardware up 11th Avenue at 46th Street, and who would give her name only as Marie, recalled rough nights on the ambulance — after a few too many trips to Bellevue — that were best cured by a stop at the Market Diner.

“You could go over there for scrambled eggs and bourbon,” she said. “You could smoke in there, too. Scrambled eggs and bourbon. Gimme a coffee with a shot.”

Let’s hope it reopens soon, somewhere. With a “scrambled eggs and bourbon” special on the menu.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 09/16/2007 11:34:48 AM
Category: History, New Yorkin'
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