Mm-mmm good

Back at work from the Memorial Day weekend, nice normal pace and I didn't bring a lunch with me. Not to despair, it's off to my favorite diner, Marcy's, on the corner of Oak and Free Streets. Today's lunch special, tuna melt. Most of the time I go in I don't even have to think about what I'm going to eat, it's either on the specials board or the waitress will tell me what I'm having and I go with it. Sit at the counter, coffee-black, rock station playing, plates clanging, couple of dozen people talking, cook calling out ready orders, the dishwasher talking sports and songs playing on the radio, waitress teasing him about getting back to work while balancing dishes, cashing folks out, filling coffee mugs. There's no place to hide here. Cook, waitress, owners, dishwasher are all behind the counter in plain sight - one row of booths along the windows across the aisle from the counter. Just one room on the ground floor of the building it resides in. Old dark stained wood panel walls with some new touches of the present owners. They have a passion for Harleys so there's a lot of motorcycle memorabilia on the walls. There's shouting, joking, working all going on at once, what bliss, it's like a freaking symphony only better. Oh yeah, I got the tuna melt, comes with a generous helping of chips and pickles slices, at least five top-offs of coffee and you just know that... just a little is enough.