Reader Keith Taillon writes in about the recent loss of yet another affordable coffee shop:
“A beloved neighborhood diner in Washington Heights abruptly closed recently, and I don’t know why. I visited one week, and walking past a week later, found the space emptied with auction fliers taped to the windows. It remains empty.”
“The diner was called Reme, and it sat at the northwest corner of 169th and Broadway. It was a classic NYC diner, open for at least 40-50 years, attracting old timers, hospital workers, students, and newcomers (like myself) drawn to the area by low rents and a sense of ‘home’ you can’t find elsewhere in the city anymore. Part of what made Washington Heights home for me was being able to go to Reme, where I knew all of the employees by face if not by name, and where I knew I could get a good hot meal for just a few bucks.”
Keith shares a few anecdotes:
“- It was cash-only, and very affordable.
– It attracted a great mix from the neighborhood. Lonely old Dominican men & women sitting alone at the bar, loud multi-generational families spilling across tables in the middle of the room, and doctors & students from NY Presbyterian Hospital all could be found there on a daily basis.
– Sheila was my favorite waitress. She was a short, gruff, and sassy Trinidadian woman who lived in Queens and commuted in almost daily. She was even there during blizzards and immediately after Hurricane Sandy, though god knows how she made it in. She was always ready with her order pad and a ‘whattayahavin?’ I’ll miss her.
– There was an ancient TV above the kitchen prep alcove that was usually tuned to the news or a soap opera, sometimes kids’ shows. Next to that was a shelf covered with a menagerie of action figures. I don’t know why.
– The breakfast menu, which was used before 11AM, had a long history of the restaurant printed on the back. The details I remember are that it was originally called ‘Remel Restaurant’ when it opened in the 40s, but that the L fell off at some point. When it was bought by a new owner, he liked the metal lettering, even without the L and decided to just call the place Reme from then on.”
“I can’t help but think a lot of people in the neighborhood are missing Reme, but Washington Heights lacks the preservationist infrastructure to discuss what’s happening or to properly mourn our losses as they pick up speed. Whatever replaces Reme will have to work hard to pry any dollars from my wallet. This is a bitter loss for me.”