It was the perfect neighborhood diner. Old school, the waitress knew everyone's name (except us of course).
They had all of your basic diner staples. Plus a counter and overall the place had a look of well worn love about it. Like your number one favorite purse/jeans/shoes/couch/whatever.
It was cozy like I would want to live there. (Oregon is pretty cool and actually I think it would be cool to live there.)
So. The bathroom is down a hallway that is labeled with handwritten notes to keep the door shut so the AC doesn't escape. I LOVE THIS.
The women's bathroom has this vinyl (or whatever) paneling. My folks vacation house has this in their bathroom and also the bathroom at my church growing up had something like this too.
Now. The food. I had fish and chips. And salad. BEHOLD.
And obviously coffee. Because on vacation I can drink assloads of coffee and have no side effects. At home I have two cups and I will tell anyone who will listen how I am dying. DYING. I normally don't love tartar sauce but this day I did. I also put malt vinegar and the lemon on it because OBVIOUSLY. Mmmmmmm. I also ate all of it except for like ONE BITE of toast. I declared I was full and Jalyn is all *sideeye*
She got these deliciously fluffy pancakes. Oh and chicken fried chicken.
They also had a word of the day and the whole place was just fabulous. Like what I would want Luke's Diner to be in real life.
Overall, I absolutely loved it. Would 1000% go back should I be in the neighborhood again. Mmmmm
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