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Men in Diners

Is there anything so purely and awesomely bizarre as a true old-fashioned diner? You know, the pre-fab 1930s metal blobs that look like art deco spacecrafts with bad 60s formica. Pastel counters and faux-leather booths are standard, as is the colourful staff. Walk through those doors and suddenly you’re in a time warp — welcome to an by-gone era. And sometimes, you’ll find yourself in Greece, but not this time.

On the way home from Atlantic City, Charlie, Pete, and I desired nothing but a hearty breakfast and bitter coffee. We found it.

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

None of the staff are pictured here, but I should make a note that just like every diner, there is the one super-hot 19-year-old waitress who you fear will never make it out of that crazy place and in 20, 30, 40 years will become just like the other gals. With that same old haircut and make-up. I always want to grab her by the arm and be like “come with me to New York!”, but of course, I don’t have shit going on here, so unless she feels like doing my laundry, I’m in no position to offer a lifeline. Ok, that was random.

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07 2009