Unless you’re within driving distance of I-95 and north of the Mason-Dixon Line (plus South Florida) you really don’t know what a diner is. I’m so sorry. You’re missing one of life’s true pleasures. Really.
Any meal, any way, 24/7/365. Baking on premises. Coffee bottomless. Greek spoken (fluently).
We had them in Queens. I loved them in Philly and South Jersey. I’m still smitten here in the Land of Steady Habits.
There are lots of tasty diners in Connecticut, but Twin Pines in East Haven is the benchmark for what diners are all about.
God, I love diners.
After a short grammatical discussion whether an item was “turkey bacon” or “turkey, bacon” (the latter), Bob ordered it. My meal was more predictable.
“How was the omelette,” Helaine asked when I came home?
The menu was superfluous. I might as well have walked in with a note pinned to my jacket. It’s always
- ham and cheese omelette
- rye toast
As we ate I realized the real reason I love diners. They’re the best place to have a conversation with a friend… and where everything’s baked on the premises.