The Diner

Most nights we worked, we were leaving between 11pm and 1am. The store closed at midnight, but by the time the cashiers finished counting out, sometimes it was 12:30 or so ...


And since some of the cashiers were with us, we'd hang out to make sure they either got to our car OK or their car OK. Most of the time though, we'd head across the street to the local diner for something to eat and a couple beers.


The diner... what a joint! Most nights we'd have 8 - 10 people with us and the owners were usually there that time of night. After a while, they got to know us and we they would be sure we had a good table and take good care of us...


The food was outstanding. We's sit and bullshit, eat and unwind and just have a great laugh.


The best time was the holidays though, because there was usually a round of drinks on the owners - even though most of the Dawgs were underaged at the time. They knew we weren't there to cause trouble or get lit up - we respected the place, treated everyone well and they were saying "thank you" for our business.


When I go back to NJ I make sure that I stop in (usually with BB and da boiz) to say HI and get me a nice omlet or big-ass burger...


The place has a lot of memories for all of the Dawgs. It was always a welcome spot at the end of the shift.


Next up - "Halloween Hijinx"