Anachronistic diner
Part way through the afternoon, we headed off to the flea market. Alas, even these tiny worlds of alternate economy are covered by the holiday laws, so that less than ten percent of the “stores” were open. I did manage to get a Bluetooth adaptor, new (that works). Worn out by our journey, we headed south along the first avenue (is that why the pavement was in such terrible condition?) to a unique restaurant. A and W. As in Allen and Wright. From Lodi (stuck in). You know; Papa, Mama & Baby. I thought you might recall that fine establishment.
My first “drive in restaurant” in PEI was the A&W on the corner by St. Dunstan’s campus. The one where I threw my magic rope up on the roof and it stayed there; some magic rope. Where you flashed your headlights for service. Back when the big beams weren’t used during the day, that still got attention…
Anyhow, this version was different. No counter. Waitresses. Food served in baskets. Still that good old mustard odour and chewy burger; McDo has never quite got that part right. A good cheap meal, with a big glass mug of rootbeer to make sure I had the necessary sugar dose. Waitresses. Who would have thought?
