VINTAGE VEHICLES & DINERS CLASSICS EXPOSITION
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Many times my mother and I ate here when I was a boy.She told me her father, Nicolo Rinaldo, would stop and park his Model T Ford at this very diner in the 1930's with my mother Sylvia and her sister on their way to their summer home in Syosset, Long Island
This diner was a watering hole for Rich Burriesci and his friends (scrambled eggs and home fries)
when he lived in Stewart Manor 1965-1974. It was more of a dining car in those years unlike this.
RICH BURRIESCI AND VICTORIA DILLARD EAT HERE AT UNION STATION WHENEVER THEY RODE TO D.C.BY AMTRAK TRAIN
1964 CHRYSLER TURBINE introduced at the 1964 New York World's Fair
1964 CHRYSLER TURBINE(rear view)
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WHITE CASTLE IN JAMAICA QUEENS NY
2 STUDEBAKERS OWNED BY TEACHER BOB KUZYN OF NEW HYDE PARK, L.I., NEW YORK ...
The red 1950 STUDEBAKER Commander and the black 1959 STUDEBAKER Lark
ROLLING RAMBLERS (American Motors Corporation)
1948 TUCKER Torpedo (The Car that Preston D. Tucker built all 52 of them!)
1948 CHEVROLET Fleetline (rear view taken by Richie Burriesci)
1966 FORD THUNDERBIRD convertible
THE WORLD OF DESOTO a product of the Walter P. Chrysler Corporation
Mom Annabella Rutherford & Daughter Cheryl Hansen worked together at this popular Deli-Diner Perley's Restaurant in Richmond, Virginia 2001 thru 2008
FORD THUNDERBIRDS 1956-1966
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THIS DINER I PASS DAILY ON 57th Street and 7th Avenue in NYC
1991 FORD LTD Crown Victoria Station Wagon
1948 PLYMOUTH Business Coupe
MY FIRST CAR 1962 PONTIAC Tempest
It was cheaper to buy sneakers than a set of brakes! And so it was for me at the tender age of 17 having only a junior license I purchased my FIRST car in a Mineola salvage yard. It was a beat up rotted out 1962 Pontiac Tempest. I paid the rotund bald Joe Minnetta just $100. He did warn me that the brakes were going but has a recent inspection sticker he just scraped off the windshield of an accident he just towed in. I gave him five twenty dollar bills hoping to bargain him down but he originally asked for $150. Two weeks later I bumped into him at Júpiter's nightclub in Hempstead. I did not recognize him because he looked like John Travolta discoing on the dance floor with a half foot high toupee and wearing a girdle to fit in his bell bottom pants! Joe at 40 was going through a change of life and third divorce. I told him that when I am driving on the Grand Central Parkway my two front fenders open up like wings and I am afraid of going airborne! The brakes are gone but I throw it into Drive One which slows the car down which never went faster than 50 mph and then I open my door a little using my sneakers to stop. He told me to bring it in to his shop when I got tired doing that. Six weeks later I traded it in and gave Joe an additional $175. even though the front fender was bashed in but it did have its very own recent inspection sticker and good brakes. My second car from the same benefactor was a two tone 1963 Chevrolet Impala. Believe it or not, this is a true story. RICHIE BURRIESCI
Richard ... I once stopped a little truck my dad used for delivering with my foot on the pavement too. I was going down monument. I pushed the brakes to slow down and there was no brakes. I pumped the useless brakes in disbelief. Luckily there was no cars in front of me. I pulled the hand brake which slowed it a little, but not much . I cut the motor off off and put it in neutral trying to get it to slow. This made it harder to steer. I was on fairly even/level section of monument. It decreased very slowly in speed. I prayed no one would pull in front of me. It gradually dropped below five miles per hour. I opened the door and put my foot on the ground like Fred Flintstone. The little truck slowly slowed down as my shoe heated up. I was grateful when it came to a rest. Took the tread off my left shoe. One of those unique life experiences. John Dillard
2 farm fresh eggs, home fries, choice of toast
and fresh perked coffee and choice of juice
a buck more for choice of meat
DESOTO LOGO FOR ALL DESOTO VEHICLES
COLUMBO CHILI w crackers ... $1.49
The home where PASTA is a staple!
Nicolo Rinaldo was born 1882 in the village of Sambucca the provincia di Agrigento Sicily. He emigrated to America in 1898 and settled in Brooklyn, New York. In 1920 he moved his wife and eldest children to Woodside, Queens just four miles east where he remained the rest of his life succumbing to a final stroke in February 1959. With the purchase of a house which is the present day Dan Rinaldo Sporting Goods Store at 56-27 Roosevelt Avenue he also bought his first new car a 1920 FORD MODEL T Coupe. He fared fine as a barber but his shop was a far more popular horse betting parlor and Grandpa was a far better bookie shaving points more precise than men's faces! He was obstinate to change as was my mother born the fifth of July 1924. She stood fairly tall for a woman nearly 5'7" in stocking feet towering over her PAPA at 5'2" on his tippy toes. If it were not for such a strong resemblence to him she would have her doubts. She adored her Papa as she affectionately called him and constantly played practical jokes on him. Many of her fondest memories was riding out to their other home in Syosset with her sisters and papa in the two seater Ford Model T. Jericho Turnpike was just a two lane dirt road beyond the Bellerose Diner where Grandpa would always stop to bring them donuts and a cup of coffee with lots of crean and sugar in it. Potato farms were in abundance as they approached the township of Oyster Bay. Grandpa seldom if ever changed his routine and that was solace to my mother Sylvia. Personally my fascination with my maternal grandfather Nick Rinaldo, is only through my mother's eyes for he was extremely impatient with me and always hit me with his cane simply because I soiled in my pants whenever I was wiithin an ears reach of his voice. My mother always found this scenario hilarious. Had I been older we could have connected with his car who outlived the man who resembled Jimmy Cagney at least according to my mother. Richie Burriesci (516) 360-8100
GRANDPA HAD ONLY ONE CAR IN HIS LIFETIME
THE NEW YORK DINER on Northern Blvd. in Woodside, Queens NY is small but expensive
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RICHIE BURRIESCI HAS BREAKFAST 3X A WEEK AT THIS DINER IN SUNNYSIDE, QUEENS. THE BREAKFAST SPECIAL $6.25 2 EGGS, TOAST, HOME FRIES, JUICE & COFFEE INCLUDES A COMPLIMENTARY HOT MUFFIN. SOMETIMES MS. PAULA MOON JOINS HIM FOR PANCAKES & BACON WITH JUICE & COFFEE
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MY FRIEND PATRICK SYMES GAVE ME A SPECIAL TREAT KNOWING MY LOVE FOR RETRO DINERS BY TAKING ME TO GOODFELLAS DINER (formerly The Clinton Diner) IN MASPETH, QUEENS WHERE THE MOVIE "GOODFELLAS" WAS SHOT. THE FOOD WAS EXPECTINGLY EXCELLENT AS THE AMBIENCE!
PATRICK & I HAD TWO DINER STAPLES THAT WILL NEVER DISAPPOINT A DINER CONNOISEEUR ... DIRECTOR PATRICK SYMES HAD BACON & EGGS WITH HOME FRIES & TOAST & SCREENWRITER RICHIE BURRIESCI HAD A BACON CHEESEBURGER DELUXE THAT INCLUDED FRENCH FRIES & PICKLE
PATRICK SYMES TOLD ME ABOUT THIS BLUE COLLAR HAUNT OF EPICUREAN DELIGHTS FEATURED IN A TYPICAL DINER THAT SELDOM DISAPPOINTS A HEARTY APPETITE. THIS LANDMARK REMAINS IN QUEENS ON COLLEGE POINT BLVD.
THE APOLLO DINER IN DOWNTOWN BROOKLYN IS DELIGHTFUL WHERE A 2 EGGS BREAKFAST SPECIAL IS ONLY $5.75
IT'S WORTH THE TRIP TO NEW HYDE PARK, NY TO EAT AT THIS BEAUTIFUL McDONALD'S DENTON HOUSE ON JERICHO TURNPIKE
CITY ISLAND DINER ON CITY ISLAND IS AN OASIS FOR TRAVELERS
My friend Patrick Dennis Symes has been telling me all about one of his favorite haunts, City Island, an isle only one and a half miles in length but only a few blocks broad. It a seafaring town of hard working class people, no longer buccaneers. You would never think you were in the borough of the Bronx. Patrick who is the Editor and studio director of www.TheLincolnStudio.com of which you will get a taste of his genius, continually beckoned me to visit this Shangri-La he has been coming to for over forty years! He knows I have a particular fondness for good old-fashioned diners that has an ambience on par with the fresh home made spectacular dishes they serve to their hungry patrons.The City Island Diner located in the heart of the aorta of the Isle on Fordham Road was no disappointment! In fact, its cozy decor, warm staff an gourmet chef surpassed what I could hope for in this busy tech savvy 21st Century! Did I tell you that Breakfast is not only my favorite meal of the day but it is downright therapeutic! Their Breakfast Special for $5.95 that includes 2 eggs of your choice, home-fries, toast, jam, coffee and juice was my best therapy for the start of a wonderful day! I posted a flyer on their bulletin board a few weeks ago about my book ONTARIO ROSE that deals with extraterrestrials. I would have to say that if any UFOs landed on City Island I am sure these universal visitors would find delight dining in homestyle utopia.