There’s something about the American diner that gets the imagination stirring. Maybe I’ve watched too many road movies but the thought of spending a life behind the wheel checking out each diner you come across seems a perfect existence to me. If my numbers ever come in I might just do it.
This particular diner we came across had all the requisite attributes demanded of any classic diner (plus bonus Americana points for name, location and rail road tracks out front). The long counter, vast booths, waitress with the coffee refill permanently on the go and eggs over easy – or is it easy over? I never do remember.
