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My kind of diner

I love Philly:

[O]range pleather booths that sagged in the seat, old striped wallpaper stained by decades of cigarette smoke. (They had a small non-smoking section right in back, right next to the smokers.) Window boxes of faded plastic flowers topped the booth dividers.

Of course, I "eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants" these days, which pretty much rules out the bacon, home fries, two eggs over easy and the pot or two of bad coffee that I'd still really like to have....

Or the stack of pancake, with the two eggs over easy broken on the top, with a lot of syrup and the extra butter, sigh...

But it's all about the atmosphere, anyhow!

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