The above photo shows Betsy’s Diner on Main Street in Falmouth, Mass. Comfort food, in a vintage 1950s diner, and tunes on the table.
Stick to your ribs breakfast on a cool morning, listening to quiet observations on the weather or maybe some gossip from the counter seating, or the booth behind you. Like mom’s house, only better. Mom tends to change her décor and throw out your old comic books. Betsy’s is stuck in a time warp, in that happy place in your mind when it was okay to stuff yourself silly because people in other parts of the world were starving and you had to clean your plate. As if one thing had to do with the other.
No worries about calories, or cholesterol. No sophisticated cuisine. Ketchup on your eggs, go ahead. It’s nobody’s business but your own.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Betsy's Diner - Falmouth, Mass.
Posted by Jacqueline T. Lynch at 7:25 AM
Labels: 20th Century, 21st Century, diners, Massachusetts
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