Saturday, October 06, 2007
This is a real American hamburger made in a real American diner, the kind of place that has been around forever and, hopefully, forever more. It's the kind of place your parents went to when they were young. The kind of place you went to. And the kind of place you're kids will go to. Good food, atmosphere, reasonable prices and a guy named George behind the counter.
George has been working this joint for 47 years and by now he knows the ropes. All of them.
The ropes include "plate" lunches, served on a real plate and set on the menu from Monday through Friday.
Monday is meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans.
Tuesday is spaghetti with garlic bread and a green salad.
Wednesday is fried chicken with cut corn and apple pie.
Thursday is roast beef with gravy, baked potato and salad.
Friday is pork chops with apple sauce and cole slaw.
I chose a cheeseburger with the works: lettuce, tomato, pickle and onion. With a side of fries. Fresh, not frozen. And iced tea, shaken not stirred.
George busied himself around the kitchen making sure everything was being served to his standard, and he worked the cash register.
After our lunch the waitress asked us if we had saved room for dessert. By a strange stroke of fate we had, and ice box pie was made to order to fill that room.
Ice box pie. Made in George's kitchen daily. Never a slice remaining at the end of the day, according to George. An ice box pie consists of a flakey crust filled with a pudding or fruit filling and topped with meringue. So good. I was half-way into it before I remembered to take a picture!
And, here's George, the owner, cook and chief bottle washer.
George said, "Haven't I seen you before? You've been here before."
"It's been a while, George, like 43 years. I was probably a bit skinnier."
"Yeah," George said, "I remember. Your hair wasn't so grey."
And he was absolutely right.
175 E. Kings Highway