Denny’s

My boyfriend and I stopped here at 2:30 in the morning in the middle of a long drive. The place was empty. Our hosts were a super friendly kid with a name tag that read «Big Papa,» and his friend that didn’t work there, Chad. Big Papa waxes philosophic on comic books with the best of em. Chad works at the Walgreens distribution center and agrees with my sentiment about Anne Hathaway’s ass in the last Batman movie. We all talked about sci fi and netflix. A good time was had by all.
I got a darkly toasted bagel with cream cheese and an over medium egg, fashioned into a sandwich. My partner in crime got a chicken sandwich with seasoned fries. Everything was delicious, but the real gem is the employees. Tip them well. They’re good dudes.

At this particular Denny’s restaurant, everyone seems to know each other that live in Salem. Of course, being that I am from out of town, I felt somewhat uncomfortable here since I felt like I was intruding at someone’s home. However, the ultimate skillet that I ordered was still good, but the old plastic coke cup full of water was a turn off. You could obviously tell that the cup needed to be retired because the cup looked dirty and had been washed beyond its life expectancy.