It’s not much to look at, but as you step inside, it was clear that this was a special place. Sure, there was a sense of going back in time, to what everyone likes to say was a simpler, calmer way of life. Everything harkened to days gone by: the familiar, standard menu items, which seem to be less and less common in today’s enthusiasm for elaborate reinventions of those standards; the prices, which set you back no more than $1.35 for a burger, or a whopping $6.96 for a full breakfast; the waitresses that start off telling you that the special is meatloaf and the pie is coconut cream today.
But it was more than nostalgia. No, it was more than that. There was life in this place. On the wall was a newspaper clipping of two men, twin brothers in their eighties, who have been coming to eat dinner here six days a week for twenty years. They always sit on the very same stools that you are sitting on right now. Next to that was another clipping of the local softball team. Above that were pictures of the original owner: years ago on the basketball team, then more recently at his retirement. The history, the people, the memories…they wash over you as you sip coffee in the heavy ceramic mug. It’s been here for a long time, and it will stay here well into the future, probably unchanged in detail and in spirit.
That’s good. Because you’ll be back for more.