Dave's Diner

On the way home from PA we stopped at a place called Dave's Diner for lunch. About halfway through we actually read the back of the t-shirts the waitresses were wearing. What I would have done to be able to call my Dad and tell him about it immediately. But then again...I have to think he was already chuckling to himself up there. It was priceless.
There seems to be a theme with breakfast meats making me miss Dad more than ever lately...