Because a Sante Fe skillet is like a curveball that can blindside a dinner appetite, I decided to pull over on a whim on this Dennys on West Sahara.
And because it is Sunday night, this diner has the making of an Edward Hopper set-up: dimly lit parking lot, almost empty and uninviting seats and decors (I was there with two couples who looks like they have the same feeling of indifference towards food and maybe life in general), the counter and the kitchen are stripped of busyness that I normally see on a breakfast scene.... Yes, what a relief when a Hispanic family came in later and the hungry noisy well-dressed kids are eager to eat after services from church.
There's one greeter, one server and one cook that night, and I commend them for managing it through the tedium. They try their best to smile and pour coffee on refill cups and not realize they are exactly the age-old characters on Hopper's NIghthawks, including me.