The Diner

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“You see a lot more meanness in the city
It’s the kind that eats you up inside
Hard to come away with anything that feels like dignity
Hard to get home with any pride”

Simply called “The Diner” this is a place you never find if you are looking for it, and for most patrons a place that rarely crosses their mind once they leave. About eighteen and a half minutes from wherever you happen to be at the moment. Some folks visit it a hundred times, some just a few. It’s a place that grants a quiet booth and hot coffee to those who would be considered heroes. You can be staggering home from a run in with some mob goons, running and hiding because you cost a vamp his next meal, or just going home after stopping a mugging. The soft friendly lights of The Diner will light up your path and invite you in for a burger, fries and a tall glass of Moxie. The other patrons are easily recognizable, just don’t ask for any autographs. Follow their lead and enjoy a few quiet moments a good meal and maybe a lingering cigarette or two over dessert. Run by the ever pleasant, if enigmatic, Mr. JL and staffed by Max the cook and a couple of lovely ladies on roller skates.

The Diner

Dresden Files - Can't go home again NatWoods