Angel’s Hwy 63 Diner

It was late spring when I visited. I can’t say our server wasn’t nice, because she was, however she was wearing a sleeveless shirt, her hair was down, and she carried our drinks to us by the rim of the glasses with her finger tips in the water. The rest of my experience was moot because I was done after that.

I have a job. Unlike many of the folk that frequent Angel’s. I’m not saying that they’re lazy, I mean, they probably had jobs at one time, but now they just sit around and talk about politics, how the country’s gone all to crap, and what color, shape and texture their bowl movement was this morning. And, they wait. They wait for that next social security check to hit their meager bank accounts before it’s off to Walmart for an afternoon of fun and frolic. Then they wait again. I sit and wait. Does an angel contemplate my fate? Perhaps.
Angel’s Hwy 63 Diner. I discovered this little side of the road café while working in the area and decided to stop and give it a try. The gravel parking lot was a yesteryear’s welcome mat and the cars, of which none were of foreign descent, were lined up like a pile of wooden blocks in the losers’ bracket at the international Jenga tournament. This was going to be interesting!
As I walked in, I was visually accosted. My remaining youth suddenly sucked away by the soulful eyes of the patrons who gazed upon me. Perhaps they looked to me to see if I had come bearing news of a pool where they could swim and become energized with youthful vigor.
The décor matched the enthusiasm in the room as did the free wifi. I seated myself and was promptly greeted with warmth by the matriarch of the group who’s name I could only assume was Methuselah. Maty, as I had chosen to refer to her, was friendly and treated me like family. I ordered the hamburger and hand cut fries, and waited. Surprisingly, the wait was only about 10 minutes and my food come out hot and appetizing.
The burger was not too dry and the words «mom burger» came to mind as the patty was hand formed, the lettuce was crisp and the tomato was fresh and still cold. The bun was toasted but commercially made and the hand cut potatoes, although only single fried, were flavorful and a little limp. Overall a decent burger and fries plate at a very reasonable cost. If you prefer crispy fries, this is certainly not a place for you. However, if you like laid back service, overhearing first hand accounts of the Great Depression, and breakfast served all day, than give Angel’s a try.
As I paid for my meal, in complete shock that they accepted forms of payment other than fattened swines and buttercup coned roosters (which I was well prepared for, BTW), I couldn’t help but cast a pitied look back at my fellow patrons as they faded back into their cocoons of hell and waited for their only remaining chance at life. .. Walmart.