Diner Dating

I wish everyday could be a diner day. Last Saturday while looking for a local vanishing arboretum, Rebecca and I stumbled upon this cozy little diner off of Philly's Broad Street. It had been an often passed landmark on our way to and from the hospital a year and a half ago, but never before had been explored. Since our picnic destination had eluded us, we thought we'd eat our favorite meal of the day for dinner: breakfast.

The warm comfort of scrambled eggs on the tongue while the mind is being stimulated by diner coffee with milk in it-- soothes the body like few things I know. The spectacular view of my beloved's eyes and the dancing laughter that they silently communicated to me were what made me wish every day was a diner day.

While waiting for our food we quizzically guessed the other's responses to different situations. It proved an enjoyable exercise for getting to know each other a little better.

Picnics can wait; there's nothing like breakfast at the diner :)