SLINGING HASH (NOT THAT KIND)

 

 

It’s always good when I’m stumbling through a new town with a hangover and I find a hole in the wall local diner with a sandwich board outside advertising breakfast specials.  There is something about a good old fashion breakfast in a diner.  There will be the tacky Coca-Cola clock and other such crap on the wall.  A few signs warning you that their sense of humor may be inappropriate.  The waitress is always friendly but she knows most people are full of shit.

 

Sandwich board outside

beckons me with great promise

eggs and hash within

 

The fry cook is slinging hash (not that kind) on the grill and skillfully keeping the eggs and the home fries separate.  Just the right amount of butter to keep anything from sticking.  The orders keep coming in and the cook skillfully cranks them out one by one.  I’m sitting at the counter near the cook.  He occasionally explains what he’s doing to me and also voices a few choice viewpoints on the state of our great nation.  Not surprisingly, a South Florida redneck slinging hash and frying eggs in Anchorage is not all that fond of the government.  But the reindeer sausage and the cheddar jalapeno omelet are superb.  The coffee is dark and potent.  This is jet fuel to jumpstart the new day and the waitress makes sure to keep refilling your coup with more joe.

 

Slinging hash and eggs

the plates quickly replenished

coffee wakens soul

 

 

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