There is something soothingly familiar about diners. On the surface, it is a place bustling with activity, bordering chaos. Yet, should you sit long enough you will find the rhythm that makes these kind of establishments run so smoothly.
There is the wait staff that makes the regular circuit, carafe in both hands ready to replenish the thirsty souls, ever attentive. There is the expert cook at the grill, steadily decimating cartons of 32 eggs, plating omelettes, bacon, home fries, and wholesome goodness. There is the other cook, deftly applying butter to toast regardless of colour- white, wheat, or rye. There is the cleaning staff who constantly make clean utensils, plates, and mugs appear like magic. There is always an older wait staff, whose experienced eyes rove over the room, ensuring order, sending "underlings" to the unattended, making sure a nod or smile is delivered for those who need it.
It is a beautiful thing to witness how it all comes together. There is nothing more iconic Americana than sitting at the counter of a diner, with a thick rim thick body mug in hand filled to the brim with steaming goodness, breathing in the aroma off the grill, witnessing hard work and good service come together.
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