Diner in Glendale, According to Girl

Diner in Glendale according to Girl: It was located at 7108 Myrtle Ave., Glendale, New York. Sometimes, when the week seemed to be endless, there might be problems to solve, there might be stories to share or perhaps I was home sick, Mike would say to me, "Let’s go get some pie and coffee."

The world was suddenly sweeter; I had all of Mike’s attention. The distractions of the TV or the dogs would be left behind and sharing a casual table at the diner was more than just coffee and pie.


This particular diner was one of those silver metal bullet shaped classic eateries and had a big flashing Glendale Diner fluorescent sign—I don’t think it flickered because it was supposed to. I think the sign needed service, because some of the letters were flickering. It probably had a bulb going bad, or even worse, a ballast might have been failing.

I think at one time this diner might have been part of a train—probably an old dining car. The floor was composed of tiny black and white tiles. The stools, which were made from silver pipes with round red cushions, were attached to the floor with huge bolts. A long gray Formica counter ran the full length of the diner, with the diners facing the kitchen.

Mike and I usually ended up sitting in one of the small booths located next to the windows.

We learned early in our marriage that sharing a meal at a table, away from home, was a great therapy. We have used this technique from Glendale forward.

I remember sharing our first disappointments, adventures, ideas and blessings over pie and coffee.

Glendale Diner was the first. There have been many more table and coffee discussions since.

There was the time when I told him about the new baby.

There was the day we decided to go to Michigan to live.

There were the many planning sessions on the business we decided to start.

How do we build a house? Let’s go have coffee.

How do we write a book? Let’s have coffee.

Our history of diners, coffee and chats will continue as we head for Las Vegas in the morning. Let’s find that little French Café in The Paris Hotel, under the Eiffel Tower and share a lovely table and coffee.