I miss diner breakfast so much I want to punch a wall. Thinking of it right now, I'm feeling deeply sorry for myself and I don't see that abating any time soon. Yes, I could leave my apartment and arrive at a diner within 90 seconds. I could sit down at the counter or sprawl in a booth and order breakfast and it would arrive swiftly and inevitably be everything I need it to be.
A couple weekends ago, my boyfriend Greg and I embarked on an end-of-summer road trip through New England, courtesy of Chevrolet. We started in New York and spent a night in both Boston and Portland, and then hightailed it back home before the work week.
Edward Gorey doesn’t seem like an English muffin guy. But the illustrator and author of eccentric, gothic works like The Gashlycrumb Tinies, The Doubtful Guest, or The Curious Sofa: A Pornographic Tale was more than just a recluse: He loved a diner breakfast just as much as the rest of us. Today, the Edward Gorey museum is located at the site of his home in Yarmouth Port, Massachusetts.
Poached is the best way to eat eggs, but it's weird to order them that way at a diner. Sure, they can sling a poached egg or two alongside your home fries, bacon, and toast (I was informed on Twitter that the cook will use hot water from the coffee pot), but it just seems a little high-maintenance for the surroundings, y'know?