I love a good diner so I decided to visit one. There's just something about a diner that, despite the shapes and sizes they come in, feel something like home.
// Diner Dash: Sunny Side Up //
I went to check out Vesta one evening. With just one bar and a row of stools to accompany it, It has to be the smallest diner I've ever been in.
I was greeted by the lady you see in my photo and ordered some breakfast. My eggs are usually scrambled, but I decided to get them Sunny Side Up.
The food was good and as I was about to take my last bite, the lady asked me how the meal was. We started talking about diners and why the food sometimes feels like home. Back in the 70s, the lady was just a little girl entering Vesta with her 6 siblings and father. They just arrived in Canada and Vesta was becoming their morning routine. She remembered how her father would proudly tell others that the 7 kids were his and it was there that she had eggs for the first time as breakfast. It just wasn't a breakfast item where she was from.
When she explained how later she would call back home to her father to tell him that she now worked at this tiny diner, there was so much heart found in her voice. Her father, Canada as her new home and eggs for breakfast all become rooted in Vesta. The lady hopes to continue cooking there for a long time.
I smiled back, told her I hope she can too, and took the last bite of my eggs. They really did taste Sunny Side Up.