StephDragonness

“Of course it weren’t all bad.” Pinstripe continued, taking a moment to swallow a mouthful of coffee and a bite of sandwich with ‘mystery meat’ as their food had arrived. “They introduced me to this place, you know that? Debbie would have one night off a week for some ladies thing, and Jeremiah would take me and the boys to ‘Crappitos.’” He laughed at Joe’s disgusted face. “Well, that’s what the local’s called Dingo Dave’s Diner. I wouldn't have set foot in the place, I don’t think, if it weren’t for them. But the food was good. Like this - with maybe a little more shedded dingo fur in the coleslaw. Dang Dave still won’t put a shirt on...” he grumbled under his breath. “Of course sometimes it was shut down sometimes temporarily due to ‘health violations.’” Pinstripe made dramatic air quotes and took another bite of his sandwich. Joe nodded wryly. He could imagine it. This explained so much. The homespun customers were all locals then, loyal to the taste. The fancy ones were here for