My Time Machine Is Toast
I'm not terribly nostalgic, but every once in a while I like to pretend it's 1974. Waid's diners indulge me in that illusion. With their gloriously outdated decor, white-bread menu and watery coffee, I can imagine that I'm taking a break from the Watergate hearings as I hum "Seasons In the Sun."
posted by Happy In Bag @ 9:02 AM
4 Comments:
At 11:33 AM,
Anonymous said…
Never visited a Waid's, and after an endorsement like that I probably won't. From what I understand you must have seriously skewed their customer age profile.
At 11:36 AM,
bgo said…
Did you know that John Waid (same family) owns Mario's in Westport?
At 11:38 AM,
Happy In Bag said…
I'm no spring chicken Nuke, but I am decades younger than Waid's most loyal customers.
And seriously, I like the place.
I did not know that, BGO.
At 5:46 AM,
Donna. W said…
My husband speaks fondly of his old single days when, after a night of revelry, he and his best friend would go to Waids for coffee and hot cakes. Depending on the extent of his revelry, he may or may not have kept the hot cakes down.
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