The past is a funny thing, isn’t it? So fully a part of you, and yet also so, well… in the past. Yesterday Matthew and I met up with my old friend Chris back at the restaurant where Chris and I used to work… back where I spent most of high school and all of college, where I spent countless hours of my life, met plenty of characters and made lots of tips, and where Matthew and I met by total chance one January morning.
I imagined table 6, where Edd and my mom once sat and had pie and coffee. Table 14, where some asshole tipped me a nickel for not flirting with him. Table 8, where the sweetest old man named Ralphie used to sit and tell jokes and call me his sweetheart. Table 12, where a woman almost choked to death on her dinner roll. Ah, good times.
So many memories in that little hole in the wall. So much growing up I did there. So much fondness I still have in my heart for that place. Amazing how much a tiny little diner can shape you. Funny how much different I am now, but how much also still the same.
If you’re in the Greater San Antonio/Schertz area, you should definitely check out Abel’s Diner. Sometimes the line is out the door (there’s only 14 tables, after all), but the food is great, and it’s just a neat little place. Here’s a few quick photos I snapped yesterday…
Happy Thursday! (20% Day…) :)