I’ve always loved diners, but never more so than after moving to New York City.  I seek them out whenever we hit the road north to New England or down south to Savannah several times a year. 

Diners are a slice of Americana and they offer comfort both in the meal and the appreciation of the simple things in life: the daily rituals and comfort of coffee, home-style meals, local faces, stories and community.  Authentic diners are few and far between these days but happily, New England’s general stores, and the south’s low-country local dive bars and eateries help fill that void.