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| - Katherine's is completely insane.
From the outside, it looks like it was a 1950's post World War II building, where great things once happened. It looks like sometime in the 70's the place turned into a diner. It has cool font for their sign outside, it's in a blank plaza where life doesn't exist and no oxygen is present, and has a cool structure to the building.
Upon entering you hit a complete time warp, which rules - everything is brown, it looks like people were smoking in there for 80 years, the tables are cool. Anybody born before 1987 can really appreciate this old school style. Yellow water glasses with the weird twisty pattern and all - real charming. Except there's a really intimidating crew of like 2-4 Vietnam Vet dudes that post up at the counter (if you go in the early morning) who mean mug the shit out of you when you walk through the door. I mean, a TOTAL death stare, like some Sling Blade shit. I was afraid they were gonna throw me in the back of their truck, like, "don't take me to the corn silo, Wilson, please not the silo" style. Like, old harmless men with evil stares that would scare anybody. Borderline inorganic being status, the shit Castaneda warned you about.
These dudes are obviously running shit, they've got to be there every day. It's that 20 years retired style, like when you see an old dude at the post office with a 'nam vet hat on who could have just dropped his .27 cent stamped letter in the mailbox, but waits in line and pays in exact change at the desk and wastes everyones time because it's his event of the week. Fully blasted, I hope I die before I live through a world war - sorry if that's un-american, shallow and arrogant. These dude's just weren't cut out for the future of a failed America. Kind of a deep zone..
Annnyyywayyy - The food is cheap. REALLY cheap. Like $3.00 for a breakfast - which sounds great on paper. I ordered strawberry pancakes. Simple enough. When they arrived there was about 1 lb. of insane, bright red, extra-terrestrial gel, that was as thick as dish soap, that was supposed to be strawberry. My plate looked like a goddamn crime scene. I was pretty worried. One bite indicated that this was sugar and some sort of chemical gel that probably gave me diabetes. Grid food for civilians designed by The Man to shorten your life for the low-budget heads stuck in the hamster wheel lifestyle of the crumbled American economy. The seasoned Nam Vet heads obviously lived through agent orange, charlie in the trees, and killer 70's drugs, so I can see why this food isn't as harmful to them; but I knew I was about to be in trouble if I ate any more. So I scraped the gel off to one side of the plate and got through some of the pancakes and then covered the pile of aborted alien goop with with a half eaten pancake. The server knew what I did and gave me a cold mean mug. Fair enough.
The place is cheap, but it's just too big of a drag - the nam vet dudes are horrifying. The food is toxic, and i think it's just better to leave some memories in the past, even if the aesthetics are inviting due to nostalgia.
Extra star because the sign looks cool and the building and interior is old school.
Sorry kitty, deuces.
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