My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
Truthfully, if you gave me the choice between eating at a five-star, fancy schmancy restaurant or a plain, old diner…I would always choose the diner.
Call me crazy, but not only do I LOVE diner food, I also relish the whole atmosphere.
There is something so BOHEMIAN about the ‘diner experience.’
I love the fact that a diner seems to draw so many delightfully off-center and eclectic-type characters into its world. Especially in a city.
And I don’t mean only the customers, but also the people who work there.
Like the gum chewing waitress who still wears a beehive hairdo from the ‘50s, red lipstick, liquid black eyeliner, and a pencil stuck behind her ear, who comes to your table and says, “Okay honey...so what’s it gonna be?”
I love to eat. But I’m someone who enjoys very basic food; therefore diner food is right up my alley.
It’s good, hearty, and down-to-earth.
Christmas afternoon, my dear friend Marge and I decided to have dinner at our favorite diner in Philadelphia – Midtown III.
Marge is a lot like me in that she’s very casual. The two of us had been working non-stop throughout December and were exhausted, so when I suggested that we get together in the late afternoon for a bite to eat; comfortably dressing in jeans and sneakers, she said, “Let’s do it!”
Well, we had WONDERFUL time – great food, great conversation, and relaxing - just what we both needed.
Here are a few photos I took of our day.
Inside the diner. Dig those tacky, but endearing chandeliers; adding to the whole diner ambiance.
Marge ordered one of the Christmas specials on the menu with a Manhattan cocktail. *it came with a dessert which "I" ate.
Me, being someone who adores breakfast, ordered a massive Greek omelet with hash browns, toast and coffee.
I actually had THREE cups of coffee (four, if you want to include the one I had at home that morning) which didn’t go over so well with the omelet, hash browns, and bread pudding.
Because as soon as we left the restaurant, I had to RUN home and do this….
Yes, what a great Christmas day I had. Great friend. Great food. And a holiday POOP that made my toes curl.
Happy weekend everyone!
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