Ernest and Irene opened Schwartz Diner in 1951, dreaming of one day building a culinary empire. Disappointingly, the promised chain of establishments has yet to materialise. Instead, the legend of this humble diner is woven from two threads: first, an all-day breakfast that sustains weary souls, and second, a brush with the divine—manifested in the visage of Tony Curtis, as recounted by the ever-watchful Irene.

Above the counter, adorning the hallowed walls, hangs a treasured relic of Mr Curtis’s presence—his photograph, a silent blessing upon the diner. Whispers of doubt from Angelo, who questions its authenticity, do little to shake Irene’s unwavering belief. Since Grease graced the silver screen, Schwartz Diner has become a landmark, its original ’50s décor preserved in defiance of time, an unchanging tribute to a golden era.

Beside this temple of nourishment, a deli thrives under the watchful eye of Hanna, Irene’s daughter. The absence of a wedding ring on Hanna’s finger weighs heavily on her mother’s heart; Irene frets over the spectre of spinsterhood. But Hanna remains untroubled, her heart buoyed not by romance but by pastries—and the sweet secrets they hold.

Yet, unbeknownst to Irene, a clandestine romance has taken root between Hanna and a certain delivery man—complicated only by the minor inconvenience of his wife. And so, the world turns, and Schwartz Diner endures, a steadfast beacon of sustenance for its patrons.