When I see an old sign as cool as this one, I want to grab a snap-brim fedora, go back in time, and hang out. Talk about how Truman’s messing everything up, etc. Have an old fashioned drink. Like perhaps an Old Fashioned.
The Long Island Restaurant (more like a diner inside, really) sits about a block away from our apartment in Cobble Hill, and it’s been closed as long as we’ve been here. But when they put work orders in the windows and took down that FREAKING GREAT sign, I was worried. Figured another fancy pizza place or condo was imminent. But the sign came back and they’ll reopen as a restaurant. Huzzah!
And I think I’ll paint it when it reopens, a la this one:
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I think John gets cosmic credit for this happening — he’s willed the Long Island to reopen since pretty much the minute we moved into this neighborhood more than four years ago.
We shall toast its return, and the refurbishing of that stellar neon sign, just as soon as they open the doors.