I Can Eat Breakfast Food At Any Time

There's still one old diner downtown. Not like those new diners that dress themselves up to look old. I was eating there at least 30 years ago, and it was old to me then. But old in a comfortable way. Like the 5 story department store a couple streets over that stretched for a full city block. As you took the escalators from floor to floor they become more and more narrow until the escalator to the 5th floor was barely one person wide. The department store closed about 20 years ago. The diner remains.

When I was in college, they had a blue plate special every Friday night, and Rolling Rock on tap, but the best thing of all is that you can get breakfast during any of the 24 hours they're open. These days I'm more often watching the sunrise at the beginning of my day, than the end. My daughter is living downtown now. We had lunch there today. Homemade biscuits with sausage gravy and home fries drowned in ketchup, with fried apples. And those white coffee mugs that always fit your hand just so. I passed on the Rolling Rock. Everything was perfect, just as it was.