When I moved to New York after college, a few of my friends and I were looking for an easy way to see each other regularly. We needed a new routine for our formless lives, something fun to do every week. So we decided to eat at every diner on the Upper East Side. There were a lot of them: roughly 60 when we began. We went to a new diner once a week, always for dinner on a weeknight.
I'm always slightly skeptical of breakfast food holidays like National Pancake Day—in part because I don’t think I need an excuse to celebrate and eat my favorite breakfast foods whenever I want.