Already the diner has a parking problem, probably because the establishment has fielded six waitresses now milling around four tables with customers and the house hasn't found off site parking for staff. The door of the rest room sticks terribly. However, the tables are solid wood, reflections shining under the sixties style lighting. The music comes from the kitchen and it is understated and soulful. I am expecting my bone-in fried chicken to be soulful too.
A woman across the dining room is talking powerfully about how she successfully fought six or seven moving violation tickets. There's no wireless, so we might not see the students and the laptop brigade yet. I am one of two middle aged men eating alone, doing literary things, enjoying the charm of the waitresses. My waitress has know TC, Teresa Courtland, for twenty-five years.
Yes, the chicken is soulful.
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