The GF speaks for the first time on Yesterday's Breakfast!
An early morning errand took me by an un-named diner near the Central Library today. I asked if they took credit cards (no) and I didn't have any cash, but the owner insisted that I stay and that I could come back and pay another time. Amazing. His name is Peter. I think he's Japanese. Bows a lot. I heard him tell someone that he's worked there for 25 years. I ordered the special: french toast, bacon, and coffee. The bacon was flat as a board and had an odd, yellowish color. On closer inspection, I realized that it had been lightly battered before frying. Tempura bacon.