Diners

When I lived in Europe, no amount of classy ‘croissant-and-cafe-au-lait’ could replace the american standard: the 24 hour diner.

Well, it doesn’t have to be one of the ’24 hour’ variety (although, the people watching over a cup of coffee and a piece of pie at midnight when you’re 16 years old with a license and no place to go is pretty magical) as long as there’s the menu filled with the old diner standards, bottomless cups of coffee and hand-written daily lunch specials.

Yesterday, after a meeting on the other side of town, I took my laptop to Gus’s, my newest favorite, a diner to beat all diners. While filling out applications, sending emails, prepping for interviews, I worked on a huge rueben sandwich, catching glimpses of life walking by.

Still life: Half eaten sandwich, thousand island dressing, and the two fries that managed to escape me.

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