The Diner is my favourite comfort food place to eat in London. Enjoying my Luau hard shake tonight (coconut ice-cream and rum), I wondered why I've not blogged about it before. I've been so many times, with so many different people, for so many different occasions. I used to meet James after working late on Fridays – which I used to do quite a lot and which is another reason I'm leaving my job. Blarg to that! – and we'd have a margarita and a California burger, chased down by good imported American bottled beer. I'd go on my lunch hour sometimes if I fancied a treat, and sit huddled down in a booth with a book and apple pie with cream. On hot summer days I'd leave my desk furtively mid-afternoon and pop out for one of their thick, creamy milkshakes, made with good ingredients...
The waitresses are friendly and the radio's always on playing MOR seventies rock in the background, giving it a warm cosy feeling. And I like the fact it's open until the small hours: it reminds me of Mel's Drive-in in LA, where you can go for fries and a milkshake after the club or gig. (In fact one of my favourite trips to The Diner was after seeing Jonathan Richman play at the Hoxton Square Bar and Kitchen around the corner, then popping over there to eat before going home. Hardcore Americana action.)
I have so many happy memories of The Diner, I could go on and on. There are a few branches in London (Camden, Soho, Kensal Rise), but the Shoreditch is my local and favourite. If you haven't been and feel like a bit of a feelgood experience, definitely check them out. Locations here.
[Diner sign photo courtesy of Will Cheyney.]