If you haven't heard, this is the news that broke on http://vanishingnewyork.blogspot.com/:
A commenter to this blog (eeps) tipped me to the closing of the Cheyenne Diner, which I just covered two weeks ago upon the happy news of the Market Diner's re-opening. I called the diner to confirm and yes, sadly, this will be the Cheyenne's last week on earth after more than half a century at 9th and 33rd. Just as I thought life in New York was getting better for our diners, another is put out to pasture. Maybe it will follow the Moondance out to Wyoming. I just hope the autographed pics of What's Happening's Fred "Rerun" Berry will go with it.
I grew up in New Jersey. I went to college in the Bronx. I lived in Ridgewood and Bushwick. Each of these places had at least one thing in common: diners. The first time I went into a diner, it was probably the Candlewyck, in East Rutherford. My parents used to take my brother, sister and I on alternating weekends to that overly-mirrored paradise. I always ordered pineapple juice and hot chocolate with whipped cream. You could get anything, at any time.
New Jersey and New York, going way back to the Paterson caboose diners, specialized in the art of the diner. The closing of the Cheyenne, a place I went many a time with my Dad, who works two blocks from it at 2 Penn Plaza, is a travesty. I hope that the yuppies from Nebraska that buy up the apartments that the owner of Cheyenne will put up in its place, are somehow forced to face up to the fact that they are a part of the spiraling decline of New York history.