Dec 08, 2008
Dec 24, 2008
Rebecca, being the breakfasty kind of person that she is, immediately started taking about food as soon as she woke up this morning. So we found this cute little diner a couple blocks down from the hotel called "Dave's Diner". It was your typical greasy spoon bit of americana. The food was good, the service was just like something you'd see in a movie, a middle-aged waitress, having obviously done this for years, takes good care of you, but there isn't a lot of love in her voice when she's talking to you. I've got no complaints, it just felt a little surreal getting this perfect stereotype acted out right before our eyes right before heading off to a land of culture shock.