|If you are in Catskill, go here. Tell Nick we sent you.|
Yesterday Scott and I had breakfast at this little diner in the heart of town on the suggestion of one of the guys that work here. We went, and in the matter of one excellent cup of coffee and a toasted bagel with butter - I was in love with small town life.
This little diner only had a breakfast bar - and bellied up were some fantastic characters. Everyone walked in and nodded "hello" to everyone with a warm smile, everyone knew everyone else and was asking after so-and-so's brother, and how's your daughter and what's happening with the physical therapy? (there was even mention of a colonoscopy, these townsfolk are that familiar) - my kind of people. There was just one conversation going on - and we were all a part of it. Pretty neat.
The best guy by far was Nick from New Jersey. He owned the joint. He had slicked back silver hair, a thick New York Italian accent, the kindest, biggest blue eyes you've ever seen - and man alive was he fast on that griddle! He had just retired and decided to buy the diner in July, and it's been thriving every since. I could immediately see why. It was like Cheers, but instead of beers you got coffee and breakfast sandwiches. It just felt like the kind of place where everyone knew your name. I loved it.
Anyway, here are a few shots from around the town of Catskill.
|Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name...|
Brittany (& Scott)