I absolutely ADORE old American Diners-
all that red vinyl and chrome.
For me, it's the unexpected discoveries that become
the most treasured memories,
and this was like stepping back into a 1950s timewarp.
Our last night in New York was Ted's birthday
and we celebrated with a champagne party
on the rooftop terrace of our hotel
so the early start next morning saw me
with a raging hangover!
We departed the city via the Lincoln Tunnel,
drove through Delaware
and into Virginia where we left the freeway.
Gasping for coffee, this wonderful Diner appeared like a roadside oasis!
Strong black coffee and waffles
cured my throbbing headache,
as I tried not to look at Ted's
eggs-over-easy on French toast!
Unfortunately, I can't remember the name or exact location of the Diner,
but I will be forever grateful as we drove with fresh vigour
towards our next stop at Virginia Beach.
p.s. . .Ted's birthday cupcakes were delish!