Ever since I first went there in 1968 it’s been a ‘tradition’, (cue: Tevye + violinist), whenever I visit my cousins in Los Angeles to go and have a breakfast at Denny’s.
This time was no exception. And, as per usual, it was as much a quintessential Californian experience as it was a meal. After the usual meeting, greeting and table-ushering ceremonies were completed, we settle into our booth to study the menu and to order exactly what we knew we would order in the first place:
Hi, I’m Vince and I’ll be serving you today. Are you ready to place your order?
Yes, I’ll have the Lumberjack Slam please.
Which juice will you have? We have orange, apple or mixed berry.
Mixed berry, please.
Will that be with pancakes or French toast?
French toast, please.
And how would you like your eggs?
Over-easy or sunny-side up?
Sunny-side up, please.
Soft, medium or hard?
Bacon and sausages?
How do you like your bacon?
Yes, that would be nice.
Which syrup would you like, berry or maple?
Brown, white, rye or wheat?
Brown wheat, please?
Any butter or spread?
Any jam, marmalade or honey?
Some marmalade would be nice.
With milk or cream.
Sugar or Sweetener.
That’s a Lumberjack Slam with French toast and maple syrup; eggs sunny side-up with crispy bacon and sausages; brown rye toast with butter and marmalade. And a mixed berry juice. I’ll be right back with your coffee.
Wonderful, thanks. (Exhausted).
I’ve never dared to have a lunch at Denny’s ……..