But Elizabeth loves diners and I have told her for more than a couple of years that I would take her to Rod's one day. Not long ago we were going to the mall in Arcadia and both quite hungry. I drove to Rod's, parked a block away - it was, of course, crowded and there were no parking spaces - and we stood around inside for a few minutes waiting for a table.
"Well," he said, "one comes with strawberries on it and one comes with peaches."
I'm certainly glad we cleared that up.
"I guess I'll take the peaches," she said.
And she liked the waffles, though the obviously canned peaches didn't have much flavor to them.
It was fine. Pretty much exactly what you'd expect. The only complaint was that it was dry and a little bland, so I added a couple drops of ketchup and several slugs of Tabasco. I ate the whole thing, though that had more to do with my hunger than the enjoyment of the meal.
I can't really praise or criticize Rod's. It is what it is. It's not very good but I can't imagine anybody walks through those doors expecting it to be. It can't hold a candle to any of the diners that I ate at in New York last year, and it can't compete with Roady's out in San Dimas. Rod's serves regular food to regular people and charges regular prices. (Even with the tip the meal was less than twenty dollars.) I can certainly understand the appeal in that.
But I made it through fifteen years of adulthood without eating at Rod's, and I know I will never go back. And I'm just fine with both of those things.