The Esquire was my first diner, my first meal on a wonderful trip to the east coast. Was it because I was exhausted after the Jet Blue red-eye flight? Was it the amazing malt waffles, or the stunning array of food? Was it the so-very-friendly waitress? It was all this and more. We found the Esquire by accident coming out of JFK, and made sure to stop there for one last dinner before we left. It was the best diner we went to during the whole week, and we went to a LOT!