There are no damn diners. There are “diners” that serve Grey Goose and spring rolls. And by “spring rolls” I don’t mean the proper greasy, take-out kind, I mean the California healthy version with expensive, hard to dice vegetables packed into paper-thin wrappers and served with that peculiar brown sauce.
Why can’t this city get a real Mafia-run diner with crap formica tables and crazy fast service? If I go to another over-clean, over-priced faux diner that has chicken apple sausage on the menu instead of the desicated Bob Evans links I’m looking for, I think I’m going to throw up, preferably while I’m still there.
Displaced 
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