Denny’s Baconalia

Or, The First Time I ever ate at a Denny’s Sober

Having time to kill before catching Iron Man Three (which is pretty damn awesome, you should see it, and Shane Black needs to write and direct more movies thank you), we grabbed lunch at Denny’s.

“Grabbing Lunch at Denny’s” is a pretty new experience for me to be honest. In the past, the only times I’ve ever really darkened the doorstep of the bright yellow franchise was late at night/early morning after a substantial quantity of alcohol was drunk.  Denny’s, to me, was a fluorescently lit landscape of sallow, pale faced customers and sad waitresses, seen through a slowly diminishing haze of alcoholic stupor.

Yay words.

So, lunch.  We saw this sign and decided that this was going to be way to go:

Baconalia sign
Beware All Ye Who Enter…

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