“Hey Mom, I’m hungry, can we stop for something to eat?” inquired one of my offspring. “Sure,” I said, looking out the car window.  “How ‘bout we go to that Dam Diner.”

“TRACY!” yelled my husband.

“What?” I replied, smirking.  “That’s what it’s called: ‘The Dam Diner.’” I pointed out the window to a restaurant coming up on the right.  It was, in fact, called The Dam Diner, and the sign said they served the best Dam food in the state.

The Dam Diner happened to be built on the site of a former dam, hence the name, The Dam Diner. There was also a Dam Laundromat in the same town, but personally, I’d rather spend my time eating some good Dam food, than doing some Dam laundry.  Although they do not have any Dam hotels there, they do have a couple of B&B’s, but they are merely nice, not Dam nice.

From what I’d heard, people flock to the Dam Diner for great Dam food and great Dam service.  According to the owner, they have the best Dam Diner coffee anywhere and their Dam cheesecake is sublime.

People flock to the Dam Diner for great Dam food and great Dam service.  According to the owner, they have the best Dam Diner coffee anywhere and their Dam cheesecake is sublime.

Of course, my kids were most interested in the Dam hamburgers and French fries, although they could also be convinced to have a Dam hot dog if the Dam waitress suggested it.

Several days earlier we’d actually had lunch at The Best Diner.  It was good, but I wouldn’t say it was the best.  It probably should have been called The Pretty Good Diner, but I guess they aspired to be better than they actually were. They were certainly not the Best Dam Diner since there was only one Dam Diner that I knew of which clearly made the Dam Diner the best Dam Diner by virtue of the fact that they were the only Dam Diner.  I have heard of a place called the Best Darn Diner where the food is pretty Darn good, but personally, I’d rather have a great Dam hamburger than a Darn good one.

Actually, I hadn’t had a good Dam hamburger in a long time, and I was looking forward to the opportunity to dig into one.  My husband is not generally a diner person, though, and he said he wasn’t hungry, so even though this was supposed to be a great Dam Diner, he was not sure he wanted any Dam food.

The kids were always hungry for some Dam food, though, and this seemed like a great opportunity to stop to get a Dam snack.

“I don’t think there is another restaurant on the road for a long time,” I said to my husband.  “Is it OK with you if we stop at that Dam Diner?

He looked at me and shrugged.

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a Dam.”

 

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10 Comments

  • Pam Hopkins

    great column

    • admin

      Thanks Pam!

  • Natalie Richards

    That was a dam good article

    • admin

      LOL! Thank you. That’s dam nice of you to say.

  • J Mann

    That Dam hamburger sounds pretty Dam good 😂

    • admin

      Dam straight! 😉

  • Patricia Puentes

    I love the dam thing

    • admin

      LOL! Thanks!

  • Carla

    You may dam well be my new BFF!

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