5/5 Christopher G. 7 months ago on Google
In
an
old-school
diner,
brown-red
booths
and
teal,
Yellow
tiles
underfoot,
memories
to
reveal,
Seated
at
the
counter,
like
days
of
the
past,
Servers
bustling
nearby,
memories
they
amass.
No
modern
screens
in
sight,
a
welcome
retreat,
Ceramic
ledges
hint
at
cowboys
on
repeat,
Black-and-white
snapshots,
the
1950s
portrayed,
An
atmosphere
of
history,
where
stories
are
laid.
Ordering
a
porterhouse,
a
steak
to
behold,
"Go
big
or
go
home,"
a
mantra
to
uphold,
Salad
arrives,
iceberg
lettuce
on
display,
Homemade
dressing
shines,
in
an
Oklahoma
way.
Taylor,
my
server,
apron
pockets
packed
with
care,
Pens
abound
like
a
badge,
ready
to
be
shared,
A
fleet
of
female
servers,
an
old-fashioned
flair,
Echoing
a
time
when
dining
had
a
different
air.
This
diner,
a
gem,
a
cornerstone
of
the
town,
A
legacy
standing,
old
traditions
unwound,
The
porterhouse
arrives,
seasoned
just
right,
No
sauce
required,
the
flavor
takes
flight.
Tender
steak
devoured,
down
to
the
bone,
Steamed
veggies
join
in,
a
feast
to
own,
As
I
finish,
I
inquire,
my
curiosity
stirred,
Taylor's
insight
I
seek,
like
a
secret
word.
She
shares
her
take,
that
porterhouse
delight,
Explaining
the
cuts,
why
it's
worth
the
bite,
Two
steaks
in
one,
a
math
trick
so
neat,
Quality
and
quantity
meet,
making
the
meal
sweet.
Beers
and
stories
flow,
in
this
nostalgic
space,
Meat
and
memories
blended,
each
flavor
we
embrace,
Service
on
point,
an
experience
so
fine,
Rating
it
4.8/5,
a
place
that
truly
shines.
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