There’s something about sliding into a booth at Mickey’s Diner in St. Paul that feels like time travel without the pesky paradoxes or need for a flux capacitor. This isn’t just any greasy spoon – it’s ...
There’s something magical about sliding into a vinyl booth at 2 AM, bleary-eyed but somehow wide awake, and having a friendly face ask if you want “the usual.” Bob & Edith’s Diner in Springfield, ...
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