Homage to H & the Speedway Diner

It’s alot like a cave full of pictures & black & white checked flags you may overdose on caffeine it’s the closest restaurant to our house maybe five miles, it’s very cheap you can go there when you have almost no money they let you use the telephone i can get steak tartare there for $2.25 but i’ve never called it that just raw hamburger with an egg yolk, pickle relish & garlic powder plus the celtic salt i bring along the owner, h (after whom the h-burger is named) is loquacious, surprising, has a santa claus belly & wears suspenders there’s ashtrays everywhere & a great old pinball machine it’s like east nassau but it’s in west lebanon i think you can always talk about the weather & hunting the clientele is open-minded as are the waitress & waiter who kneels when he takes your order during hunting season it opens at 4:30 a.m. it’s for sale but that’s not quite serious h’s wife thinks he spends too much time there (which he does) so she started calling him by their dog’s name, peaches h is a big fan of northern exposure, oh & i forgot to mention the biscuits & sausage gravy which are genuine, greyish & great. recently h got a smoker & this year we’ll go to the new year’s eve party & eat stuffed shrimp and/or lobster