Coffee Cups 819 and 820
Posted by Lloyd Y. Asato | Filed under Poetics of Peet's
I am at a loss to explain my love of diners and diner coffee. I love sitting in a diner late at night watching the cook sling hash.
There is a kind of beauty in that Hopperesque scene. A loneliness of desperate and decaying people. 819.
The cook this time was a woman and for the forty minutes that it took to eat my pancakes and grilled potatoes it was just about the most compelling thing I have ever seen. The scary, uhm, girls a few chairs down the counter flirted as I left a two dollar tip. 820.