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...waiters at the Waldorf-Astoria, the Stork, or even Maxim's, serve no greater variety of customers than the countermen at John's Diner on Fulton Street in Brooklyn. John's, as a matter of fact, has the edge-it stays open all night. But despite their deep, egg-spattered knowledge of human eccentricity, nobody in John's had the slightest inkling that a new and glorious page in the diner's history was about to be written when William ("The Laughing Bandit") Kampi lowered himself to a stool at 3:30 a.m. one morning...
Just then sirens began to scream. A passerby, nonplussed by the strange goings-on in John's had called the cops. Since the diner sits on the border of three police districts, not one but seven squad cars converged on it. Laughing Bill did not turn a hair. He called the owner's son out of the back room and said, "Tell a good story. One I'll like." When cops came piling in with drawn guns, Bill beamed, the customers chewed hysterically and Morton Flicker explained that the trouble-just a fight between two drunks...
...wise diner begins with one of several appetizers. Taramosalata is the best lead-off dish. Composed of red caviar mixed with lemon, olive oil, and bread soaked in water, its taste combines saltiness with a tart savor. Also, shrimp with a special sauce of lemon, olive oil, dry mustard, and the much used Greek herb, rigone, will start the meal well...
...second important factor in the hostility is the difference in financial composition between town and gown. According to the Daily News of February 18, 1952, "... Yale is like a glittering showgirl in a roadside diner. Her beauty and expensive clothes overshadow the fact that New Haven, to its year-round inhabitants, at least, is a mill town. Its citizens are mainly factory workers who take home factory workers wages. This is the basic cause of strife...
Flannagan was in the diner, finishing lunch. He promised us an interview with Arthur Schlesinger and handed us each a big white button reading "Stevenson Press-Campaign Train." "These will get you anywhere except the last car--the Governor's car," he said. We thanked him and wandered off through the train...