The closure of Harlem's M & G Diner, longstanding palace of old-time soul food, slipped by me somehow. I was notified of the passing of this venerable house of fried chicken and waffles by a helpful reader. And though it's been gone for nearly two months now, it still deserves a proper send off.
I have to file this restaurant under Experiences That Will Never Be. Sorry to say, I never had one of their short-rib sandwiches. But I only need to look at the above sign in all of its antiquated, idiosyncratic glory to know that missed something rare and authentic. The jukebox was chock full of good stuff, I hear, and the serving were ample. Breakfast was served until 1 AM. Many things on the menu were ballyhooed, but chicken was king here.
The Department of Health closed the place down and it never reopened.
Picture courtesy of Eating in Translation.