Liberty Elm Diner

By BILL RODRIGUEZ  |  June 4, 2008

Our friendly server was Diane Taylor, known as Tink, who used to be in a musical duo with Carol DeFeciani, her busy co-proprietor, who was chatting with people here and there. Their love of music and friendship with local musicians has led to music being served Sundays from 11 am to 2 pm. So we could sip peppermint tea and coffee while listening to the sweet Celtic strains of Jimmy and Hannah Devine and Phil Edmonds.

The name of the diner indicates community commitment, not overweening patriotism. One percent of the profits go to the Elm Research Institute project, to purchase trees resistant to Dutch Elm disease, to reline Elmwood Avenue. As well as an informal meeting place, the Liberty Elm is a community center — a neighborhood meeting was going to be held there on the day when we visited.

So come on, Elmwood neighborhood, don’t be selfish. Talk Carol and Tinker into franchising. Ye Olde Liberty Elm chain, 100 friendly locations all over dour New England? The tricky part will be cloning the amiable staff. Oh, and the laid-back clientele. Well, maybe the better idea is just to keep things the way they are.

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