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There is something comforting about walking into a diner. Overstuffed booths squeek when you slide across the leather seat. Round stools trimed in shiny steel spin around and around with a push.

Feels like your Mom's kitchen. Food tastes like Mom would make. Scrambled eggs, toast with melted butter, spicy home fries.

Rainy or cold weather outside helps. Bright lights including the buzzing neon- glare against the dark night.

Strong hot coffee, and tall desserts spining around in the display cabinets. No wimpy flat pie here. Coconut cake 5 inches high, nothing less. Fat cheeseburgers and fries too hot to touch- washed down with vanillia ice cream and malt blended just enough to be able to pour it into a tall glass.

Heavy white ceramic plates hold slices of thick white bread piled with roast beef. Dark brown gravy pools on the open faced sandwich and runs over crisp french fries. Hummm. I'm hungry.