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Nestled among the pines and ponds of Waldoboro, Maine. Narrow and long, like dining in a Kleenex box.
Cinnamon rolls dripping with warm frosting. Tiered café curtains. Founders Bertha and Percy immortalized on the menu: eight pages of all-day breakfasts and haddock sandwiches, pumpkin whoopie pies, meatloaf. Green pleather edges to match the counter stools.
“Coffee, de-ah?”
I nod to the waitress, who has been here since my parents and I first came a half-century ago. When coffee was a quarter.
Molasses donuts for the road in a wax paper bag.
The train chugs past, a whistle echoing in the woods.
diners club: moody's
Molasses donuts----whaaat! Now you're just torturing! 🍩
Next time I’m in Maine, I’m there!