Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Even the Losers Get Lucky Sometimes

I forgot why we chose to eat lunch at the corner diner. We usually just go there for inexpensive breakfasts. In the past, I had an obsession with ordering Spaghetti and Meatballs off of diner menus. Its a psychological thing because 95% of the time, its not very good. Why would I still then order it? Especially here in NY where its almost sacrilegious with all these amazing Italian restaurants. Was there one time in my life where I had the best spaghetti and meatballs ever at a diner? Or does it represent something more? I think back to a time when sitting at a booth near a window at say a Big Boy or a Denny's was a very huge treat and ordering something other than the burger platter was probably a huge deal. Your meal being served in courses was a novelty. Those were special times. And they still are for me.

I was all psyched up to get the garlic bread and iceberg lettuce salad with lots of blue cheese dressing but this plate, although priced reflective of having sides, came with none.
P kept saying I could take my leftovers home and I remember thinking, what the hell is he talking about. There will be no leftovers. And there weren't.

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