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The Mirage

Spent several hours last night writing at the Mirage Diner, my semi-regular writing haunt.

If you’ve never been to a diner after, oh, 10 pm, you’re missing a special slice of Americana. Here’s what I experienced:

• A smell that one can best describe as … heavy. Sorta moldy, sorta sweet, sorta like an airplane’s bathroom 45 minutes into flight.
• A truly grotesque and inexplicably flat bun for my turkey burger.

• A woman at a nearby booth who uttered the phrase, “The Holy Ghost is like a telephone …”

• A man at a nearby booth who SPOKE! LIKE! THIS! ALL! THE! TIME! He was wearing an old-school fedora, a vest and black running sneakers. He was talking to a man with a long white beard; perhaps a post-Christmas mall Santa looking for work.

• I asked  where the manager was. He’s the guy who’d been there on 99 of my past 100 visits. “Oh, he went missing.”

What?

“Missing. He didn’t show up for work one day, and no one has seen him since.”

That seems sorta troubling.

“I’m sure he’s OK.”

• The plate. This is the dish of gnarly-looking cookies that greets you at the cash register. The plate is somewhat appealing until you look closely, and spot a couple of finger prints, a stray hair, crumbs, etc. Then you think, “It’s flu season.” No cookie.

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And yet, I friggin’ love the diner. I love speaking Spanish with the regular busboy. I love hearing the crazy people chatter, and wonder if I’m crazy, too. I love the greasy fries and the nasty burger and the side of lettuce that no hamster would damn touch. I love how, at 2:32 am, the place remains alive; how there’s always someone in need of a diner. Of a slice of warmed blueberry pie; of a soda; of quiet conversation.

I’m no patriot, but there’s something uniquely American about the diner.

Even when it smells.

  • Dave

    Actually, there are few things that scream “New York” more than a diner

  • Bobby Fetter

    Why, may I ask, are you “no patriot”?

    • Jeff Pearlman

      because in 2013, “patriot” seems to me blind loyalty sans questioning.

  • Bobby Fetter

    According to Oxford English Dictionary, Patriot means:
    1.A.1 A fellow-countryman, compatriot.
    2. a.A.2.a One who disinterestedly or self-sacrificingly exerts himself to promote the wellbeing of his country; ‘one whose ruling passion is the love of his country’ (J.); one who maintains and defends his country’s freedom or rights.

    Nothing in there about blind loyalty.
    You are an America Hater. Go move to Europe and pay 68% taxes

    • Jeff Pearlman

      Bobby, how many people truly apply to the second?

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