Last night the Husband and I went to a movie and decided to get something to eat afterward. “Cheap and cheerful” is our MO lately and so we thought we would throw caution the wind and eat at Norm’s on Pico in Rancho Park. This is only the second time I’ve been to Norm’s. It is a typical diner: Cashier up front, counter, and then booths and booths and booths, some tables in the back, well-worn carpet and my favorite part–paintings of other Norm’s locations on the walls.
But it’s the people who make a diner. And in West Los Angeles at only 10:00 at night, the crowd was pretty tame. Some high school kids, some college kids, a few families, a couple of older gentlemen and then, the Motorcycle Man. He was straight out of Central Casting with his leather jacket, ponytail, Fu Manchu ‘stache and Harley parked outside. He was alone, of course, and ate breakfast. One of the waiters had gone outside to have a smoke break and admire the custom Chopper, built for one. The waiter came back in and chatted with the lone wolf for a few minutes. Moto Man soon finished and left, outside going through the well practised motions of preparing himself and the bike for departure. Off they went into the night.
I had a lovely BLT (very fresh romaine lettuce, lots of nice tomatoes, and wheat bread that seemed not to be the typical industrial restaurant bread), my Husband had a bacon cheeseburger which he called “delicious.” The fries were fine. When you go to a diner, you go for the whole package, and we got a good one last night. Can’t wait to go back and try the pancakes.