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After buying tape film and a big floppy white hat at target w continued on our journey. A bit more crowded than most diners on a Sunday night, the Menlo Park Diner stands out as a (literally) shining example of what a 50s retro themed diner should be. There was enough neon outside to make the suns eyes hurt. Inside was decorated with 50's checkerboard, a galactic themed carpet, and yeah, even more neon.
"Does this coffee taste funny to you?" Dave asked. "No, it's fine, Why?" "I don't know, mine tastes kinda like chocolate" "Bizarre. Speaking of which, wanna split a brownie?" Our waiter promptly brought us a good-sized piece of chocolate cake, which we split. "I don't know man, I have a feeling that everything here tastes like chocolate. And does the food even look good to you?" "Dave, that's the menu. Those are cartoon drawings of the food. Try looking at someone else's table instead" Indeed, the food looked delicious. Although Dave was thoroughly convinced that everything really was chocolate.
Just then - and I am not making this up - a GIANT SAMOAN came up and sat at our booth. He recognized us from our web site and wanted to chat. He had desert with us - coffee and a piece of chocolate cake. "WHAT IS IT WITH THIS DINER AND CHOCLATE?!? I bet this Samoan guy even tastes like chocolate!" I talked Dave out of it and its a good thing that he didn't try finding out. Chad would not have enjoyed having his arm being bitten into.
The waiter John was very keen on our web site. "I can't believe it. I had the same idea as you two. I wish I could have done that" the owner was thrilled with the idea as well but opted against advertising right now. The place was hopping. He said to come back after the newness hype wears off. Don't worry, we will.
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