Are there any luncheonettes still out there?
I remember going to one in Taunton, MA, with my father called Tanes'.
Luncheonette is such a cool word, too.
I think some of the ultra-cool John Bader's photorealism paintings are in fact of luncheonettes, not diners, but you don't see much rhapsodical waxing over luncheonettes.
Their first cousin, the dept. store lunch counter, of course, is immortalized in the history of the civil rights movement. But for the free-standing luncheonette, nada. Sniff.