He could hardly clean tables quickly enough and often hoped the older, meaner waitresses wouldn’t yell at him. One of Ken’s first jobs was at Esther’s Diner, now known as Esther’s Restaurant, working as a bus boy. Those were the days when Sunday’s were so busy after church the line of people would be out the front door and down the steps into the parking lot.
As we enter into this new year of 2019, it’s fun to turn back time to years past. It’s been decades since I’ve stepped inside Esther’s, until recently when Ken and I stopped in on our way to Allentown for breakfast – diner pancakes with a gallon of syrup! Then more recently, my parents wanted to grab a quick lunch and I found myself inside once again.
I remember eating at Esther’s often with my mom, sister, and grandparents. It hasn’t changed very much inside; the decor has been updated, but overall the layout is basically the same. The memories and the feelings of nostalgia, however, were strong.
Memories of laughing so hard we hoped we weren’t causing a scene. The familiarity of a place where I was allowed to go to the restroom by myself as a kid. Ordering succotash because my sister told me she liked it and would eat it for me when I had no idea what it was. Turns out, neither did she, so we both learned something new that day!
“People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.”― Haruki Murakami
Esther’s is often busy with regulars and truck drivers since it’s on Route 22, with Interstate 78 less than five minutes away. They have your typical diner food menu, and also offer tasty seasonal dishes.
The comfort food is notable, and the nostalgic feelings and memories during my two recent visits were worth the time.
What is one of your favorite diners or restaurants, one where you might have left a trace of yourself behind?
Happy New Year, by the way!