"Oh, look, a new diner", I said. "I've never seen that before," was DH's reply. "Want to stop?" "Sure," I say. "Maybe they have malts." (anyone remember malts? I have not had one of those in many years)
The place is empty. I wonder if that is a bad sign. I decide it's only empty because it's 2:45 p.m. - a bit late for lunch. Look at all the old records on the wall. It appears that people have donated them as each is signed and dated.
I decide the metal stools are so nostalgic and opt to sit at the counter. We place our order and chat with the owner as he throws DH's burger on the grill. The burger is barely ready to be flipped before I decide that while the stools may be nostalgic, they are not comfortable.
We move to a table with chairs that provide a bit of cushion.
The cook/owner says, "I knew you wouldn't last long."
The soda is served in a mason jar. All of the sandwiches are named after 1950's entertainers. I had the Betty Boop BLT.
We enjoyed the whole diner experience (even though they did not serve malts). Our sandwiches were good and the owner was very friendly. He asked if we were going to be in town at 6:00 p.m. because there was going to be an old car show in front of the diner.
I am so glad you stopped by to visit my garden. I garden in lower northern Michigan (zone 5) in far less than ideal conditions. I have too many pine trees, too much shade, too many rocks, herds of hosta-munching deer and rabbits who think my lilly buds are gourmet appetizers. I am by no means an expert in horticulture or garden design--just an amateur with a shovel and a passion. My garden changes daily during the summer and I will be updating frequently.
During the winter months, I blog about my favorite cold-weather hobby--quilting and just my everyday musings.
I hope you enjoy your visit, and that you will come back soon.