diners club: moody's

"A Family Tradition Since 1927"

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.