Bill of Fare

Five silver-dollar hotcakes in orbit around one scoop of whipped honey butter.

Corned beef, crisped potatoes and a sunny egg, served in the skillet it met its maker in.

A pair any style, toast cut on the bias, jam of the cook’s current mood.

Rye, Swiss, griddled onions and a patty pressed thin enough to read the funnies through.

Double-decker with pickle “headlights” and our classified pink sauce. Comes with a paper hat.

Thick slice, brown gravy lake, mashed potato levee. Peas at no extra charge or request.

Two split dogs under a pile-up of chili, cheese and regret-free onions.

Egg noodles, crushed-cracker crust, and one triumphant sprig of parsley.

Glows a little. Tastes like the first day of summer vacation.

Malted, any flavour, with the frosty tin left right there on the counter.

Fresh lime, seltzer, countdown optional.

Meringue with altitude. Duck when it passes.

Tart enough to settle an argument. À la mode adds a dime.

Chocolate so dark the whipped cream is there for navigation.