|In your dreams|
My wife and I were in Natural Tunnel State Park Virginia (Virginia State Parks are rated tops in the nation) and found the Red Stone Drive In just outside the entrance to the park. It had a counter with stools and six tables. Breakfast is available all day... as is lunch and dinner.
|Curb-side service, short orders, banana splits|
The guy 'over there,' a regular, responded, "That's why they call me hot lips." Everyone in the place (all eight of us) laughed and that was just the warm-up.
That's another thing about diners... the waitresses (always female) seem to be natural comediennes and know instinctively how to 'work their audience.'
"What do you have for dessert?"
"I don't think we have any dessert." Minutes later... "Well, we have ice cream." Minutes later... "We have pie too... lots of pie. What do you want?"
"That will cost you a bigger tip."
|They have the "Love Meter."|
'Love Meter" answers: "2 hot 2 handle," "Lover boy,"
"No pep," "Sex Machine," "Huggable" and "Frigidaire."
My score: I think that because of all the kids reading, I will keep this private, but is "wow!" a good clue? "Betty's never
wrong," the waitress says, and you don't argue with the waitress.
Fun signs fill the walls:
"In case of emergency, pay your bill and RUN!"
"Drink coffee and do stupid things faster and with more energy."
"If our food isn't up to your standards, please change your standards."
"Either you love bacon or you are wrong!"
There were a few more, but some were a little too filled with double entendres.
And the food is... greasy of course but hey, the napkins are very absorbent... and our food was really, really tasty. Be careful though, because the shrimp is very hot and you could burn your lips.
Our cost: The very hot shrimp plate with LOTS of perfectly done deep fried shrimp, vegetable soup, a hamburger on toasted bun, French fries a little soggy, endless good coffee and a great hush puppy sampler. $10.85, tax included, water free. And while that price may not be found everywhere, you have to understand, they don't take credit cards. A twenty covered it nicely. Call it entertainment tax.
...Or, you could go to McDonald's.
|As we left, the staff lined up at the door to say goodbye|