Went to lunch with my Dad and Brother today to a tiny cafe in a nearby town where the plates don't match, pumpkin or lemon pie is on special and local farmers drink bottom-less cups of coffee. We even walked out with out paying because my Dad has a running tab there, and they know he'll always be back. The man sitting next to us described the cafe as "pure Americana," and I couldn't think of a better description myself.
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