I didn’t choose this seat for the view, just like I didn’t choose this city for its weather, and I wonder now if I’ve made the wrong decision on both counts.
Duffin’s Diner doesn’t seem to quite know what it is.
“You know that it basically rains every day, right? “I’m from the North of England,” I said, eyebrows low.
“I’ll be fine.” I shift uncomfortably, damp jeans cold against my skin and sticking horribly to the vinyl-covered seat of the window booth I sit in.
Despite the efficient art of the biscuit-builders in the kitchen, the line still gets long, but those in the know, like Michael Jordan in his college days, get out, weave through the cars in the drive-thru, and slide in the door to the kitchen where there’s just enough room to place an order.Among artisanal doughnut shops, avocado toast brunches, and even biscuits dolled up with the latest superfood or meat substitute, Sunrise is a holdout of the Southern style, when hearty excellence and thriftiness were natural companions.I pull out my biscuit, plain, and revel in all that is wrapped up in this simple package.I scoop some of the surprise side dish of cool, crunchy coleslaw onto my pupusa and add a splash of salsa.It’s not salsa from a jar, the sort you dip Doritos into that always tastes a bit like vinegar; no, this is real salsa, made with sweet tomatoes and smoky chili.