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Originally Posted by Hitch
Was it looking particularly depressed?
(n.b.: one of the very few prepared things that I still love--love--is pot pie. I have endeavored numerous times to emulate that perfect creamy lovely sauce and the flaky crust. I've gotten the crust right--that's not hard--but that sauce? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....)
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As it happens, I had that on Christmas Eve.
The SO suggested dinner at a diner a few blocks from us. We collect diners. A proper diner is owned and operated by Greeks, open 24/7, serves breakfast 24/7, and extra points if they have grits and/or scrapple on the menu.
This one isn't 24/7 - they are open till midnight seven days a week, but don't have the business late night to justify being open 24/7. A lot of their business is with companies in buildings around them, who have standing orders for a dozen lunches or the like.
We give them a pass on 24/7 because they meet all the other requirements, and do it well. They are a favorite spot in summer months because they make gazpacho, which is an easy thing to get wrong.
They had chicken pot pie on the menu, and I said "I know what I'm having!" They do it right.
We also had free entertainment. It's a local eatery frequented by folks who live in the area, and a couple of women were in with their small children. One was a girl about three years old, and the other was a boy about two. They were having a wonderful time running around. The diner has two side by side dining areas separated by a partial wall, and the kids could make the great circle around them. Lots of "Hayley, come back here!" calls from the girl's mom, but return was temporary at best before she was off again.
The SO and I managed to
not ROFL watching the antics, but it was a challenge.
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Dennis