The Diner

"Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye"

Me and Dan had been talking of going to America later this year, hence my obvious need to sing classic American songs at the top of my voice. Well in the end, America's off the cards, so instead we headed for the next best thing, The Diner. And no it was not my singing that caused Dan to say no to going to America with me. 

Or at least that's not what he said... 

The Diner is a small chain of that classic 50's style American Diner's. High top bar, red leather stools, corner booths and of course, good old deep fried goodness.

The menu is pretty vast, right from every combination of burger you could imagine, down to southern blue plates of dirty rice and chilli.

After putting up with my singing for too long, Dan decided we (he) needed a strong drink. 

Red, white and blue twist Margarita for me- staying in America mode.



 A G & Tea for him- trying to get out of America mode.

While I ummed and arrred over the menu, someone was clearly getting hungry. That is the face of a man being denied his burger. 

So naturally we had to order a 'light snack' whilst we decided in mains. Happy now? I think that's a smile.

Hot sauce chicken wings with blue cheese sauce. Spicy, juicy and oh so messy. I could have ate another round of those.

But then that would have spoiled this feast.

Dan had The DCB. The Diner Buttermilk Chicken Burger topped with bacon, blue cheese sauce and coleslaw. It looked pretty epic. Did I get a bite? Did I hell.   

Here was me thinking I was the food blogger, yet the sheer concentration in sizing up the burger did lead me to feel slightly threatened in my job...

Of course we also ordered a round of sides including onion rings and sweet potato fries. Yet it was these that got my intrigued...

Let me introduce to you the American Biscuit. I ordered it out of sheer bewilderment. A biscuit? Turns out is sort of like a savoury scone, yet more bread-y. Think scone meets English muffin in some sordid savoury love affair. 

However if you think that's odd, then you might want to look away as it gets crazier. Oh you Americans!

I discovered this. Fried chicken. On waffles. With gravy. AND maple syrup.

Pause for dramatic effect.

Yes, your not wrong. It is one of the most random combinations I have ever thought about, and yet it somehow works. Is it gourmet cuisine? No, but it it tastes like the food you pretend you wouldn't touch in front of friends and family, but really secret crave.

We finished off with a cheeky twist on the old school Slushy. Vodka, chambord, berry tea and cherry puree- defiantly not what you'd find in the cinema vendor. 

Honestly though, a big thumbs up for the Slushy. I could have drank this all day, I would go just for this alone.

Of course, naturally things got a little silly my way- specs appeal anyone?



Err, maybe not.



Feeling more determined about American than ever I started saying...

"We can go buy some Twinkies?"
"No"
"We can watch a baseball game?"
"No"
"We can watch the Victoria Secrets show?
"No- oh"

So America might be back on the cards after all.

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