The best diner in NYC

is defintely City Diner on 91st and Broadway. Last night, Bee went there around 4 AM after a full Saturday night of drinking, dancing and kissing random strangers (she left one on the dance floor at 17 after he asked her to scratch his balls wihle he carried two Stoli gimlets to his table). Anyway, she sits down with her friends J and T and order eggs. Behind her, three people, a girl who looked like a video vixen, a cute Latin guy and a woman she assumed was his girlfriend, sat behind Bee and her friends. Conversation ensued:

Video Vixen: Are you drunk?
Bee: No, are you drunk?
V V: No, but I think you guys are really drunk. (spits in T's hair). You're waaaay more drunk than I ammm...
B: Why?
VV: What are you guys eating? Can I have a bite?
Latin guy: (laughs) You just ordered pancakes.
V V: Oh. (looks back at Bee) Y'all want some?
B: We're alright.
V V: (blank stare). You're drunk. (slumps in chair and puts hand on pancake to prop herself up. Burps loudly.)

As if the conversation weren't enough, City Diner has huge omelets, great salads and overflowing cups of coffee. Bee recommends the chicken souvlaki and the buffalo burger. Both are solid hangover meals.

Contradiction of the day: cropped sweaters in the sumertime. Contradiction seen in Central Park on twentysomething Asian woman. Temperature today was 87 degrees. If you're chilly, get some sleeves. If you're warm, grab a tank top. But don't try to combine your intentions.