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By the night of the Hunter’s Feast of the Decade, as they’d billed it, the legend of M. Wells was already growing.

It started that summer, when the diner first opened. Eater New York called it “the Wacky Diner Giving LIC Foodie Cred” in a post from July 2010: “At the very least it’s interesting, and with any luck, it will be good.” Grub Street called M. Wells the latest salvo in “the wholesale Québécois invasion of New York.”

A year later, the New York Times said it was “located right at the intersection of hippie idealism and punk-rock cool.” Sam Sifton’s review, published the same day, awarded two stars in spite of the “smoke coming out of the ventilation ducts.”

Around this time, I had been working at a magazine in Times Square, where I was trying, often unsuccessfully, to get the rest of the staff to understand digital publishing. I was low enough on the masthead that nobody really cared if I took off for a two-hour lunch and they certainly didn’t care if I spent it shuttling over to Queens to eat in a hastily rehabbed diner. Queens! Can you even imagine?

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