Many more diners now seem to want something other than razzmatazz from their restaurants.

Most diners don't seem to mind: the restaurant was almost instantly busy.

There's a party mood, and the diners all seem to be regulars.

Fortunately, the other diners seemed too out of it to notice.

The scene is staid, but diners seem to like it that way.

Actually, diners seem to spend most of their time on cell phones, deciding where to go next.

And diners do not seem to be in the mood to say no.

Most diners are Iranian and seem to know one another, making table-hopping part of the evening's regimen.

Why does every diner on the Island seem to be owned by Greeks?

Some diners seem to take extreme license with this newfound freedom.