The Diner
You don’t have to be crazy to work here. We’ll train you.
A buddy of mine lives about 40 miles away; we get together every so often for breakfast during which we solve the problems of the world and drink coffee. And then some more coffee. And then “Sure, we can use a refill“.
We swap – sometimes I go his favorite eating establishment, sometimes he comes to mine. Mine’s better. Today it was mine … mostly because mine is shutting down in two weeks because the owners decided after 40 some odd years, it was time to retire.
40 miles out here is pretty much next door.
The place is regularly voted the best restaurant in town – even when including the foo-foo ones started and owned by “We left California because we’re conservative“.
One of the two such places is all light and fluffy with a “You’re done eating. Go away” attitude expressed in such a gentle manner. Food’s OK but not a place to sit and guzzle coffee. Besides, they charge for coffee refills and the foo-foo chairs get uncomfortable after a bit. Ferns and stuff all over the place with little cafe tables.
The other has a “cowboy” theme. It’s such a fancy place that they fill up the empty space on the plate around the “entree” with the number on the bill. $7 beer? But no problem walking in and getting seat right away. The place to go if you need to impress big city folk for some reason.
Let me tell you from experience. With few exceptions, a conservative Californian is well to the left of center in Idaho – unless one visits the capital city where the city council voted to make the fag flag an “official city flag” because the governor outlawed all flags on public facilities except the US, State, and official city flags, including BLM and LBGTWTF flags and even Trump flags.
Boise City’s going to turn this state blue yet – and it wasn’t that long ago Boise was a decent city pretty much isolated from the rest of the country – Seattle is about 500 miles away, Portland 350, Reno and Salt Lake about the same at just over 300 – until the local university football team beat Oklahoma in the 2007 Fiesta Bowl, got national attention, and attracted all the national sports nuts. Especially with their blue field.
Guess what the lead news stories mostly consist of these days?
All of a sudden, the university realized money was theirs to be had, so of course the stadium had to be upgraded.
Where do you suppose that money came from?
And why is it the head football coach is by far the highest paid state employee (Annual Salary: $1,100,008.00)?
#2: The head basketball coach Annual Salary: $1,000,001.60.
#3 Former head football coach. Doesn’t even coach anymore but has a contract Annual Salary: $781,268.80.
#4: President of not as big university Annual Salary: $479,191.78.
#5 President of the big university Annual Salary: $473,449.60.
#6 Executive Director Athletics at big university Annual Salary: $465,004.80
#7 Offensive Coordinator Football Annual Salary: $460,012.80
#8 Defensive Coordinator Football Annual Salary: $440,003.20
#9 President of smaller university Annual Salary: $420,000
Governor: $151,400
And why is it the taxpayers get to help support all this?
Rah, rah, rah! Go Team!
I get more and more convinced that “sports” has become a detriment to this country and should be stripped away from institutions of education.
But that’s not the problem we discussed today.
Today’s Yesterday’s topics:
How guilty is Comey? (Oh, yeah … how fast would we be in jail?)
What’s the relationship between the stock market and the US economy? (Not much until the reckoning comes. Likely soon)
Will it be safe to travel across country this summer? (Maybe. Depends on where)
And the biggie:
What happens if someone does manage to off DJT?
Can you say “S*storm?
Buddy just got back from Philippines. He’s thinking of moving there.
Not for me: Too much humidity, too many people all trapped on an island.
Anyway, this diner has the best pecan rolls I’ve ever had … and they’re shutting down Memorial Day.
I need to find a place that knows biscuits and gravy. With a couple of eggs over easy on top.
You’d think that would be easy. You’d be wrong.
Needs excellent homemade cinnamon rolls and pies.
You know – a place that cooks rather than heats up.
They can’t sell. The building’s been grandfathered in for decades and will be condemned soon after it closes.
Those are usually the best places to go …
Try this place on for size, though it’s a little more than a 40 mile drive for you. It will most likely hit all your required sweetspots.
Cash only, old menu, comfortable environ, usually crowded. Reasonable prices. No website.
This link should open google maps pictures on the left. Scroll down the pix and see what rural eatin’ looks like.
FWIW, the original owners (old people) died about 5 years ago and the place shut down for 2years. Then people from elsewhere opened it up, added some of that froo-froo you mentioned and changed a few things on the menu.
Been some time since I had a breakfast there but when I did it was like this:
Western omelet, 4 bacons, 2 sausage patties, home fries, sausage gravy over the whole shootin works. 2 wheat toasts with strawberry preserves and a big glass of moo. And bottomless mud. After all that a 2 hour nap is mandatory. lol
https://tinyurl.com/3eatdser
Up here in northern Michigan, the diner which most matches the description of your go to place would be Ellie’s 12 Tables | Facebook. Nobody really has a website up thisaway, so a Fakebook link it is. Anyway, it really has 13 tables, plus a bit of outdoor seating, and there’s one sort of community table which seats 6-8, where if you walk in the door as a lone diner, you may be seated with a number of locals who have their own coffee cups hung on the wall of the restaurant. Ellie’s motto is “Rise and Shine Mothercluckers,” and it makes a great t-shirt. Serves breakfast and lunch only.
Good one, DT, on all subjects. The diner looks BIG for a diner.
During my travels, I would frequently look for a diner for a meal. If there wasn’t a Mom-n-Pop place nearby, a Waffle House was a good substitute. I used to stay a lot in downtown Manhattan at the Roosevelt Hotel (Yes, the same Roosevelt Hotel that they would later stuff with “asylum seekers” (sic) and which is now permanently closed. The Roosevelt had an incredibly elegant lobby, but once you rode the elevator up to your room, you might wonder if you were in the same hotel. The rooms were small and dingy and the linens bordered on threadbare.). A short walk down 45th Street would land you at The Comfort Diner. If my copilot was lame and not up for a decent breakfast (“I’ll just make an oatmeal in my room.”), I’d sit at the counter. Bacon and eggs, of course, and if you so chose, you could have your pancakes as big as hubcaps. Coffee in proper mugs.
Them counter seats can be murder.
Ah, the Philippines!!! Hot and humid, yes, but you get used to it.