Dancing Queen: A True Story

We bustled into the crowded restaurant, all thirty of us. We had just seen The Phantom of the Opera, and now were being seated at Ellen's Stardust Diner. The sounds of New York City flew through the open door but were overpowered at it closing by the sounds of Broadway. Now, as we were led up to the balcony booths, the din of dining customers filled my ears.

We chose Ellen's over any other restaurant over any other in NYC due to the singing staff. The waiters and waitresses sing Broadway classics and popular songs. It's literally dinner and a show. Once we were seated one of the waiters started a Frankie Valli song from Jersey Boys.

Our waitress took our orders (I got a cheeseburger and Sprite) then left to let us listen. I kept dancing in my seat; I couldn't help it, between the music and the excitement of the day I couldn't sit still.

After getting our food one of the waiters came up to our balcony and serenaded me! I couldn't stop laughing and neither could my friends. It was ridiculous!


Later, after I finished eating but none of my other friends had, our waitress started singing. Not just any song, but a disco song, something from Dream Girls, if I remember correctly.

My friends had spent the entire dinner watching me dance in my seat and I had joked with them that if a disco song came on I would get up and dance. Of course now that one actually came on, I kept my word and willingly made a fool of myself.



So there I was, goofing around and having a grand ole' time when our waitress makes her way up to the balcony and drags me down in front of the entire restaurant! My friends were dying with laughter up in the balcony as the entire restaurant got a ridiculous show. People were laughing and cheering and clapping along as I did such classic moves as the Lawn Mower and Sprinkler in front of them.



That diner at Ellen's was the best of my life, not because of the food, but because for one moment, I truly was a Dancing Queen.