Yesterday, we drove over the border to the tiny state of Rhode Island. The destination was an Antique Market where a friend works. It was fun to browse. I bought a photo postcard of a cowgirl from the 1920’s. Even better was going out to eat. Rhode Island is the birthplace of the classic American diner. There are ersatz copies in malls, but they are nothing like the few true, original ones left. Like this one.
It was 1:30 PM when we sat down to eat, but we still ordered breakfast. I had French Toast topped with Fresh Apples, Cranberries, Homemade Granola and Apple Cider-Maple Glaze. My son had M&M Pancakes with Whipped Cream, and my husband ate Banana-Chocolate Bread French Toast with Custard Sauce. I drank cups of good diner coffee.
This was not fake, over-priced nostalgic fare. This was the real deal. I ate every bite.