Notes on Breakfast and Lunch
From a memo notebook that turned up in a pile on my desk, a pair of notes on meals I’ve had:
Derk’s Diner in Kalamazoo, MI (Since 1954)
Breakfast—Pancakes, bubbly butter made them leathery. American fries (fried potatoes)—good. Decent coffee.
Morris Diner in Morris, IL
Lunch—Slow service to go with elderly clientele; large dining room. Soup course is a full bowl of soup—more than anyone needs as an appetizer. Killed appetite. Decent grilled sandwiches, but [service is] too slow. Woman behind me talking about friend in Tennessee having a hysterectomy.
Including those notes, the notebook had dwindled to just a handful of pages. A paper mite crawled beween the pages that were left.
Such it would seem is the quality of my mind. My breakfasts are significantly worse.
