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Oct. 1st, 2010 12:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chassitToday my Mom had to go to the dentist, and on the way to the dentist is Downtown Monroe. Mom knows that I despise dentists, and I had a book to drop off, so we agreed to drop me off at the library and I could take the book back and go get something to eat.
I wandered to the library, dropped my book off. I saw a couple of books that I'm going to check out at some point, and after looking around I wandered to the greasy spoon I like to visit.
At first I was worried that it wasn't open because the lights were off and the two ladies that really ran the place (... it's that small. I'm not even kidding) were just sitting and talking and nobody was there. The ladies said that the place was open and I found a seat and sat down. I ordered, and I got what was a delicious grilled ham and cheese sandwhich and chips. After a little while another person came in, an old lady that the waitresses knew as well, and we started talking.
It turns out she was the aunt of the cook, and so I kind of started calling her 'Aunt Lou' because well, that's what she introduced herself as. After talking to each other (from a few tables apart) I asked if we could sit at the same table, and nobody had a problem with that. We started chatting, and it turns out she actually knew some people in my grandfather's family. Hallo small town.
The waitress asked us if we'd like some jello and whipped cream. I asked if it'd cost extra, because I was a bit worried, but the waitress said no, so I got free dessert.
Today all together was a pretty darn good day. How the heck can small greasy spoon diners be so delicious when they're good ones? There must be research done or something.
I wandered to the library, dropped my book off. I saw a couple of books that I'm going to check out at some point, and after looking around I wandered to the greasy spoon I like to visit.
At first I was worried that it wasn't open because the lights were off and the two ladies that really ran the place (... it's that small. I'm not even kidding) were just sitting and talking and nobody was there. The ladies said that the place was open and I found a seat and sat down. I ordered, and I got what was a delicious grilled ham and cheese sandwhich and chips. After a little while another person came in, an old lady that the waitresses knew as well, and we started talking.
It turns out she was the aunt of the cook, and so I kind of started calling her 'Aunt Lou' because well, that's what she introduced herself as. After talking to each other (from a few tables apart) I asked if we could sit at the same table, and nobody had a problem with that. We started chatting, and it turns out she actually knew some people in my grandfather's family. Hallo small town.
The waitress asked us if we'd like some jello and whipped cream. I asked if it'd cost extra, because I was a bit worried, but the waitress said no, so I got free dessert.
Today all together was a pretty darn good day. How the heck can small greasy spoon diners be so delicious when they're good ones? There must be research done or something.