The Circle D was where
we had lunch dates with Gram.
When I was home every summer
or at the end of Christmas vacation,
the end of my visit
would be marked with a meal
at the Circle D
with Mom and Gram.
Gram liked to sit at the far end
of the restaurant,
through the doors
and away from the diner,
where the locals sat
and talked about the latest news
This photo is classic Circle D.
It’s where locals hang out and have coffee every morning
(photo found through Google Maps)
Gram liked the quiet dining area,
with it’s wood paneling
and 1990s pink floral wallpaper.
We usually ate at the same table
near the front window.
We could see the traffic going by.
Gram and I would order milkshakes.
Hers, always vanilla.
Me, usually strawberry,
Gram always ordered
chicken fingers and fries.
Despite being in her 70s,
she liked to eat like a teenager.
Burgers, fries, gravy,
chips, candy, and chocolate milk.
I haven’t been back
to the Circle D since she died.
It reminds me of her.
I always thought I would never go back,
but I think Mom and I
should take the kids sometime
and a milkshake.
So many teary good-byes and long hugs in this parking lot. We would make ourselves feel better by mentioning the next time we’d see each other.
Note from Lainie:
If there are people from back home reading this and you have stories or memories from the Circle D to share, join in! There have to be others who share a similar appreciation for their crinkle cut fries, with gravy.