Thursday, March 19, 2009

Nighthawks at the Diner.


I love diners. They are my favorite kind of restaurant. You see all of the local flavor. When I go to a new city, the first restaurant I go eat at is a hole in the wall diner. Diners are one of the few places you can go by yourself, and not be alone. Tonight, I went to The Pantry, in downtown LA. That is my favorite restaurant in Southern California.

While I was there, I got thinking.

Diners are a staple to the American culture. I was looking around and watching everyone come into The Pantry after the Laker game, and I saw how diners define Americans.

My other thought was, if a restaurant is open 24 hours, you should visit that restaurant at all hours. How about french toast 3AM?

Maybe I was tired, but I couldn't think of anything to talk to the server about. Any rowdy crowds? Naw, lakers play across the street... Economy? Naw, too boring... Does he eat after work? He probably never gets off work...

So I just sat in peace and quiet and ate my toast, hashbrowns, eggs over easy, & pancakes.
Shouldn't have ordered the pancakes...

And I saw the Nighthawks painting in Chicago a few years ago at their awesome world class museum.

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