Hon, You Want the Usual?
An essay by Chad Schomber
Preview Chapter of my upcoming book, Smells Like Monday.
There’s a way a diner smells that doesn’t change with the season. Grease. Syrup. Coffee that’s been burned just enough to feel like home. You could be in the desert. You could be in a snowbank. Doesn't matter. The menu still reads like a ransom note from 1963. Eggs any style. Meatloaf on Wednesday.…
