Lunch at a 50s diner

Because why not?

I suggested it, because I’ve driven past it many times but never went in.

Today was the day. I considered it a treat for two reasons: I’ve sold some short stories ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ’ƒ AND they lifted vaccine passports in my province. ๐Ÿ˜€

I understand that some people don’t agree with this move. I appreciate why, yet simultaneously I am rather content that a semblance of normal is finally returning. The mask mandate remains in place for now, but there are noises this too shall become optional.

If you want to debate the vax passports or the mask mandates or anything virus related I invite you to do so on your blog. You may express your opinion on my blog if you wish, but if you don’t know how to do this without attacking anyone who sees things differently than you, I will block you.

Thanks.

This post is about a funky diner and cool diner food. ๐Ÿ˜‹

We got there around 11 so it was technically still breakfast time.

The diner was busy but not full. It was nice to see patrons sitting in restaurants. A group of senior men were happily chatting at a large table which made me wonder where the wives were… ๐Ÿ˜€

They probably kicked the men out and had their own Kaffeeklatsch someplace else. ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ

We got a booth like this but next to a window facing a beautiful parking lot and a gas station across the street. ๐Ÿ˜

The waitress was an elderly lady who looked kind of… I’m not sure how to describe her disposition. She wasn’t exactly miserable, maybe she was tired? The restaurant wasn’t so busy that she was running around, but she did have a steady stream of pleasant customers, mostly couples… I don’t know.

I tried to smile at her but realized I still had my mask on my face.

Once she brought my beverage though I took the mask off and smiled. She didn’t really react.

Soon she brought us our food: I saw a Mexican omelette with hot pepper salsa that looked delicious so I ordered that.

Quite delicious despite all the similar colours.

While we ate I looked around the restaurant and noted the decor.

Familiar posters.
Elvis atop an empty cake display case.(I didn’t want cake anyway… ๐Ÿ˜Ž)

There were many singles records plastered all over the wall, posters of Marilyn Monroe, that sort of thing.

The waitress relaxed a little while she served us, and smiled back at me the third time she came by. I wondered if she was the Mom in this Mom&Pop shop… Maybe hubby was in the back cooking the food.

Later, I wandered to the restroom and snapped some more photos, because I can’t help myself and because I heard your voices in the back corner of my brain telling me to take pictures. ๐Ÿ˜‚

Wall of cars.
More cars.
I need a new car soon so I’m a little obsessed…

On the way back to my booth I stopped at the register and thanked the waitress for her service. We both had masks on (I put mine back on to walk to the restroom), but she seemed very appreciative of my remarks. She did change her posture somewhat, walked a bit more upright, after our exchange.

These small businesses really suffered throughout these long on-again-off-again lockdowns during the past two years. I noticed they’re doing what they can to make up for lost time: there was a poster in the window that advertised a loyalty points card, and they must have gotten a liquor license because they advertised booze as “now available” too.

I hope the government officials stay true to their word and send in the financial assistance that was promised to them…

By the time we left I was full and now, several hours later, I still feel satiated. I may have a light snack and skip dinner. (Maybe not.)(I was hungry and ate dinner.)(Because.) ๐Ÿ˜€

So nice to get out again.

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20 thoughts on “Lunch at a 50s diner

  1. Reminds me of a ’50s diner called Boppin’ Bo’s that I used to frequent in Vancouver, WA. The decor is virtually the same (and I bet the menu is, too…though ours did not serve booze). Sadly, they closed down a couple of years before we left.

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  2. Too funny! Out of the blue this morning I decided I wanted a full breakfast (I usually force myself to eat once a day cuz fuel, necessary) and told Daughter to order a delivery from Dennys. Not Diner food, but that was the idea. It was good-ish…๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ as expected๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ… meh.

    I wanted a full Southern Breakfast… country fried steak, eggs, taters, biscuits… all smothered in gravy. No biscuits๐Ÿ˜ฒ and I make better gravy๐Ÿ˜‚

    I’m eating dinner too๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

    I’m glad you got to do something “normal”! What did your dining companion have? You must include BOTH meals in your photos… tsk, tsk๐Ÿ˜‚

    We are open, voluntary masking except public transportation and medical places (or up to the business owners) and no proof of vaccine needed.
    I’m still wearing my mask at the grocery store… mostly because the workers are. I have been going bare-faced to the corner market though. It feels weird, but I gotta practice before the weather gets stuck on “Summer” for 9 months๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ

    Okay, I’ll shush now๐Ÿค

    ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’Œ

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    1. I’m tired of the masks but will keep one handy once they lift the mandate because people can be gross. ๐Ÿ˜‚

      Like in busy grocery stores… But I’m looking forward to ditching it most of the time.

      Funny about the breakfast at the same time. ๐Ÿ˜€

      The other plate contained steak and eggs. ๐Ÿ˜›

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  3. There’s a lot going on in there and it seems like the place may be a hang out for some folks of a certain age? Maybe takes them back to bygone days and memories. I don’t suppose they had a jukebox did they? That might be a bit much I suppose.

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