Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Kings Valley Diner
I should have seen that as a leper's bell but I was too hungry to analyze. It would all become clear in a few minutes.
But let me back up a bit.
It was Saturday morning in the Hudson Valley, an absolutely gorgeous morning, maybe 70 degrees and bright blue skies. We had a few errands to run in preparation for a barbecue that afternoon but first we needed food. I was hoping for a return to Eddy's Restaurant, a place I fell in love with two years ago. But Elizabeth said she was not in the mood for Eddy's; she wanted something less greasy-spoon. I said I would go wherever she and her mom wanted. The name Kings Valley Diner was brought up and I thought it sounded just fine.
"How is it?" Kathy asked me.
"Terrible," I said, and lifted the plate to show her.
"Wow," she said, "send it back."
The waitress came by our table. "How is everything?" she asked and then - I kid you not - immediately turned on her heels and floated away without awaiting a response.
Kathy, who worked as a waitress in her youth, put it bluntly: "That's what you do when you already know the answer is 'shit' and you don't want to hear it."
So I inhaled my fries and tried to eat what I could of the chicken... which was not much. It truly was awful. The roll, however, was good: soft and warm. So I ate that, too.
There was a time in my life when I could have seen myself coming to a place like this in the early morning hours - after a night at the bars - and not minding a sandwich like this. But those days are long gone.
"The next time we do this, can we just go to Eddy's?" I asked.
"Yes," they both responded in unison.
Posted by JustinM at 10:00 AM