Florent closes at the end of this month and so, a few weeks ago, with inescapable rock ballads from the 70s, 80s, and 90s stuck in our heads from The Eagles concert at Madison Square Garden, Florent seemed like an excellent place to go for a post-concert meal.
Having been around since 1985 and serving the population of post-clubbers, rockers, performers, and queens since day one, this crew depends on the fact that, “you can find it here, any time of year” and any time of day for that matter. I wondered where they’d go once this legendary diner closed its doors.
“So I called up the captain, please bring me my wine.” Thereafter, we put in an order for mini-crab cakes and steak frites after surveying the menu, and the scene, both of which seemed endearingly nostalgic already. We reflected, “such a lovely place.” For one thing, in a 24-hour joint, the friendly wait staff like those at Florent is a rare and wonderful thing. Secondly, the food—our steak, which “as I stabbed it with my steely knife,” I thought, they “just can’t kill the beast.” I was already missing the place, knowing this would be one of my (if not the) last meals here.
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