SPACERITUAL wrote:odontophobia wrote:
If every Denny's Restaurant could go up in a glorious dumpster fire the world would be a better place. You'll likely find better food at a goddamn Wafflehouse.
100%
Here's the thing... Denny's becomes this late night hang out in areas where there isn't something better. I grew up in this town a few hours from Detroit. After local shows we would all go to this place called the Texan. It was basically the local version of Denny's. Even if it was kind of shitty it was superior.
Now that I'm in Grand Rapids we have a place called the Grand Coney. They serve everything under the fucking sun. Our favorite server there would often refer to one meal as "the Gary" because I would order a Chicken Tender basket with fries, two bread sticks and cottage cheese.
Or I would be hammered and crazy shit would happen. For instance we were there at about 2 a.m. and the place was packed. There was somebody passed out in the men's restroom so some guy went into the women's restroom and took a piss. A girl saw him and flipped the fuck out. She came running out of the bathroom with her pants undone. She was screaming, "Michael! Michael! There's a man in the bathroom." Her boyfriend was this six foot something guy who was acting hard as fuck. He was grunting like some kind of primate while she yelped "Call the police, call the police." The whole place got really quiet and the man asked, "You gonna call the police?" One of the cooks, probably flipping a few sunny side up eggs yells from the kitchen, "You call the fucking cops." The guy lost his shit and was screaming for the cook to step outside. It was awesome.
Being drunk at shitty local diners is about the best thing in life.