At Diana's diner on Jefferson Street, poached eggs and an English muffin don't come with a mimosa. Coffee? "Sure, sweetheart," a hefty, tattooed waitress named Penny might say, but not without something of a sneer. She's made it clear that the young, hungover customers wearing velvet and sporting angular hairstyles aren't her favorites. But whoever the customer, the bill for brunch is about a quarter of Manhattan prices, and not just due to the... More >>>