The Diner in Florence, Mass is tough to over-recommend. Sitting on the border of Trumpistan and Wokeville, the eggs, the Reuben, and the hot sauce all deliver the goods, or the good enoughs. Waitresses and patrons greet each other by name or defer to “Hey, Hon,” and you happily obey the question that precedes you ordering: “So, what are we having?”
Stars & Stripes
Stars & Stripes
Stars & Stripes
The Diner in Florence, Mass is tough to over-recommend. Sitting on the border of Trumpistan and Wokeville, the eggs, the Reuben, and the hot sauce all deliver the goods, or the good enoughs. Waitresses and patrons greet each other by name or defer to “Hey, Hon,” and you happily obey the question that precedes you ordering: “So, what are we having?”