Despite my affinity for nostalgia, this is the first time I actually noticed that Little Pete's is located on the ground floor of a gross parking garage. Every time I popped in for late night scrapple, it felt like the restaurant was in a lean-to a la Midtown Village's doomed Letto Deli. But unlike Letto, Pete's nostalgia lies in easily relocated signage and decor.
I just hope Pete has an affinity for kitsch and saves his Seinfeld-esque counter and deliciously dated booths, and namely the diner's triangular stained glass window and iconic awning.
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