I love diners. They are the staples of dining out for me. I love that you can get anything at any time of day and when it comes to the older, classic diners, I love the decor.
The Forked River Diner is one of those classic diners. Outside, it's clad in the prerequisite chrome. Inside, mirrors, chrome, teal vinyl, booths and bar stools complete the picture.
We arrived a little before closing on a weeknight. Paul and Rich ordered breakfast and I ordered a cheeseburger deluxe. There's a relaxed familiarity with diners in general that seems to settle in once you sit down. Maybe it's the expectation of comfort food or the timelessness atmosphere.
After we ordered, we settled in to discuss the afternoon and upcoming plans. I snapped a few pictures with my phone, trying to capture the moment without disturbing it for the handful of other diners who were also enjoying the evening.
We were last out of the diner — a first for me; the diners near us are open 24/7. After we dropped Rich off, Paul and I headed home. The parkway flashed by in a blur.