PLEASE STOP SENDING IN YOUR ANSWERS!
After an overwhelming response of well intentioned guesses of the local of "The Cozy Lunch Truck Stop" pictured in the post below, I am pleased and relieved (it was a lot of WORK reading ALL those emails!) that we have a winner.
Winning Contestant David says...
The Cozy Lunch truck stop used to exist at...Union St. between 6th and 7th Aves. Okay, where's my book???
Sir, you are correct and your book is on it's way! Thank you for your interest and for your participation!
Postscipt- David's acceptance comment is so amazing that I have to reprint it where it can be seen....
Well, it's an honor just to have my email read! Really, folks, let me tell ya, I get no respect. I tried to comment on my girlfriend's blog the other day. You know what she says to me? She says, "Hey! I got enough spam, okay? You got somethin' you want to say to me, you be a man and you text me, awright?" Of course, she never gave me her phone number. Ohhhhh!
Ahem. Sorry. I really am honored to win this contest and would like to thank all little people who refilled my dirty glasses with Coca-Cola all those years ago at the Cozy Lunch truck stop.
In all honesty, I actually did have many Cokes at the Cozy. Back around 1978 or so, my mom's friend had opened a store on Fifth Avenue around Union, a grubby, grungey, dingy dirty strip of urban pageantry. Of course, she thought her friend and her husband were nuts. ("They'll be murdered before the year is out," my mom predicted.)
Anyway, the ladies' dancewear store they owned is still on Fifth. But the Cozy is long since gone, along with its heavily mascared waitresses and the clouds of smoke composed of equal parts cigarettes and fried eggs.