Missy Miedema

Distant Diner

The thing about a diner is that it’s very different than a bar. It isn’t Cheers, where “everybody knows your name.” See, movies get it all wrong with the southern belle servin’ sweet apple pies behind the counter where the whip cream dollop is almost the perfect imagery of her supple breasts. Most diners, people are quiet and somehow the cup of coffee you order is always the last in the pot. You’ll be lucky to not get a mouth full of signature roast that will be washed down with unfiltered tap water.