If you were reading two years ago (judging by the numbers, only about one-quarter of you were), you would have read about Eddy's Restaurant in Kingston. It's my favorite diner at which I have ever eaten and, of the 955 posts I have written prior to this one, that write-up is one of my top 10 favorite.
So, one sunny morning a couple of weeks ago when we were in Kingston getting ready to do a bunch of sightseeing during the day, I wanted to get Eddy's for breakfast. Everyone else was just fine with that. We got there after the breakfast rush was over. Eddy's closes in the early afternoon most days, so you can definitely get lunch, but it seems like breakfast is the time when everyone goes.
We took a seat against the wall next to hundreds of photos of Eddy's customers that have been pinned up over the years. A couple of minutes later we noticed my mom was right next to a photo of Elizabeth's late grandmother. As I mentioned two years ago, you cannot buy this kind of atmosphere, not even with an unlimited decorating budget. It is impossible to fake. People have been coming to Eddy's and loving it for decades and even though they may have shuffled off this mortal coil, their memories still exist in places like this.
Now, maybe I am underestimating how many people are aware of the fact; maybe most people already know this and it just so happens that the circles I travel in are made up of people who are unsophisticated about ketchup packaging. But 9 out of every 10 times I am with someone and one of the "top down" (Heinz's term for it) bottles of ketchup is used, the person sets it down on the table inverted so that the cap is on top and the label is upside down.
We all had our food while my dad sat without his for quite a while, at least ten minutes. I guess the cook was busy. Just as I was about to get up and say something, I saw the cook lift a giant bird up onto the counter and start carving it. I knew it was going to be fresh and good.