An Extreme-Makeover Breakfast
Most adages about finding good food at diners where
bikers, transients, or truckers hang out are patently wrong.
These vagrant food snatchers wouldn't know real food
if it came up and bit them. Gramps and his pals are also
dense about diner grub, since their main entrée is a cup
of coffee strong enough to win a weightlifting contest.
Still, it's hard to resist a bikers' hangout when the joint
advertises breakfast for under five dollars. Most places
won't let you look at a menu, use the toilet, or give you
a glass of water, without lemon, for that price. Tex's
Diner — former sushi bar café turned western steak house—
is a cross between Madam Zola's Palm Reading Parlor and
a dump waiting for an extreme makeover. This morning we
tentatively settled into a tawdry table at Tex's after the man
himself showed us in, ambled off toward the kitchen, then
returned with a pot of something. Between sweeping out
the remains of yesterday's biker bash and hustling tables, Tex
tells all: "Duke woke me at 7:00 this morning, pounding my door,
yelling ‘they's already been six cars drove off ‘cause Joella
didn't show again.'" Tex adds: "It's the third Saturday she
hasn't come in, so here I am half-awake and dribbling coffee,
not even sure if I'm dressed." Pleasant and articulate,
Tex even wisecracked about his extensive menu. He might give
his diner a bad name if he keeps serving up talk and hot food.
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Earl J. Wilcox, founder of The Robert Frost Review, has been strongly influenced by Frost and Galway Kinnell. Wilcox
also dotes on Whitman, Dickinson, and all things contemporary. His poetry currently appears in ‘zines such as Lunarosity,
Word Riot, Southern Gothic Online, Strange Horizons, and Underground Voices, and one of his poems was nominated
in 2006 for a Pushcart prize.
Earl is a regular contributor to The Centrifugal Eye.