It’s probably a flaw in my personality, but I have a weakness for diners. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a medium-sized city in the Midwest, and had never been to one, but I love them. The comfort food, the kitschy decor, the old-fashioned dishes and Coke glasses; the incredibly well-preserved waitresses who call you “hon.”

Not too long ago, Mr. Prose and I frequented two different diners in the D.C. area. (But not in the same weekend!) One is older than dirt and the other is part of a chain called “Silver Diner.” I like them both, but prefer the latter. The former is just too old, too…”authentic.”  I don’t like actually seeing the cooks and the greasy grill. I want to keep that diner mystique intact. It’s part of the experience!

Anyway, this is what they brought me at the older establishment:

Easy, now. I only eat this about once a year! And I scraped the gravy off the meatloaf and ate only half of everything, OK? I love meatloaf!

The decor was decidedly campy:

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Our lovely booth

So then we went to a Silver Diner, but I didn’t have either of my cameras with me, so I whipped out my new iPhone and took my first “serious” photo:

Not bad, eh? I’d love to show you a very cool closeup of the lemon and ice, but I accidentally hit the wrong button and ended up taking a movie of it. A very brief film of ice touching lemons with 50’s music playing in the background. If that’s not campy, then I don’t know what is. Mr. Prose got a good laugh out of it. Hey, that iPhone manual is 243 pages and who has time for that?

Finally, for the record I had the Caesar salad with chicken. Nothing great to look at, but tasty.

Have a great Monday, everyone.