diners

She read that there were only 5 real diners left in the city.  Five.  That seemed tragic, especially given her very mature dietary preference for warm goopy egg sandwiches and oversized pancakes.  Then she realized that she had been to nearly half of the ones on the list.  That also seemed mildly tragic but in what way precisely she wasn’t quite sure just yet.

On a whim, she decided to visit all of the diners mentioned in the article and  sample their coffee and pie.  She would even visit the restaurants about which diner authenticity was hotly disputed.  She liked the idea of exploring one small thing in the big city so thoroughly.  And it would give her something to do until spring arrived.  

 

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