Back to the old days


Gail had an appointment in Palo Alto yesterday, so I drove her down there too darned early in the morning–even with the holiday lack of traffic, it took an hour and a half to get there.

Since her appointment was supposed to be for one to three hours, Claudia and I went for a drive to find breakfast. Bypassing Starbucks and McDonalds, we found Jason’s Cafe, an old-fashioned, breakfast-all-day, cheery waitress kind of place.   It was just what I wanted.

I like pancakes.  They don’t like me, and sit like a brick in my stomach for the rest of the day.  That’s why I only order them once or twice a year; it takes me that long to forget.

The sausage went to my little red friend, who was sitting next to me in the booth. We just walked in together and nobody said a word. They know a cool customer when they see one.

See that orange thing-a-majig on the table?  That’s a stand for one’s telephone so you can read while you eat.  The waitress saw me trying to handle the phone and brought it over.  I think every diner in the nation will have them soon, probably with advertising attached.

Palo Alto is its own world.  As I was getting ready to leave, they seated a couple of bearded hipsters at the table behind me.  A couple of minutes later, I noticed the waitress bringing them short bottles of champagne.  Being the nosy/friendly type, I stopped as I was passing to ask them.

“Champagne at 9:30 in the morning?  Did you guys just get funded?”

“YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  they said.

And that’s Palo Alto–an old-style diner, dogs welcome,  with almost no parking, sausage, eggs and pancakes for breakfast and the next Google just got launched in the booth.  Life is good.


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