My favorite place to eat reeks with charm. Chrome and Formica charm, that is, with a neon sign that beckons you to slide into a pink pleather booth for a cup of hot Joe. I’m talking diners, those 24/7 eateries that serve banana pancakes to shrimp scampi, with waitresses that call you “Honey” and carry five bowls of hot soup while they make you a hot fudge sundae.
Sally I love your posts. I too ❤ a greasy diner❣All I can say, is I am not much better at cooking. Miss you. Take care.
Hi Pat, thank you! Hope you are doing well despite all this madness!!
I really enjoyed this. It made me feel NJ even though I’m not there.
Sweet post, Sally! ps. It's all about the shopping! Agreed--No diners=bummer..
Fantastic writing! You really captured the diner experience perfectly. Can't wait for the next one
Wow! You haven’t lost your amazing touch! Love it...