Essay about My First Job At Buzzys Diner

The restaurant’s owner and matriarch is a Certified Sommelier and trained chef as is her daughter. They have been wowing visitors to their casual upscale bar and restaurant since 2004.

This exterior scene was shot on Schiller 22 W between State and Dearborn , so this is the reference point I will use for the restaurant. Using this site, which is 2.1 miles away from the Art Institute of Chicago , it can be assumed that they took a taxi here as well. Another reason to believe they took a taxi here is that they took a taxi to leave. After dealing with the doorman and ordering, and assuming they received excellent service since they were treated so disrespectfully when entering, I have allotted them an hour for lunch. This is reasonable because by now they haven't eaten for a few hours and are most likely very hungry. After spending 45 minutes in the museum, about 10 more getting to the restaurant, and an hour eating, it is now about 1:30 p.m.

As I walk in, everything seems pretty normal to me. Except after a few moments of standing there a weird smell starts to kick in. A really strong smell of chlorine and

Nothing particular stuck out at me at first, I gazed around, from table to table, and only noticed the general routines you would expect to find at any mall food court. Employee’s meeting on their lunch breaks, stay at home mom’s getting a quick bite at chik-fil-a as they drag their children along to the next errand, and the elderly in no hurry to get anywhere specific. It was the same mundane routine through the course of the first hour, it

Back in 'the day,' the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s, brusque short-order cooks, hotsy totsy waitresses, and a rainbow of customers, engaged in small talk and the serious business of devouring homestyle food, congregated at the all American diner, also known as a luncheonette, lunchroom, sandwich shop, café, coffee shop, snack shop, burger joint, lunch counter, greasy spoon, or hash house.

If you are a fun of the movie, Kill Bill, you may already know about this restaurant.

The classic American style diner is home to all-day breakfast, the most comforting of comfort foods, and seemingly only anyone over the age of 60. The restaurants lain all across this glorious country, particularly in the Midwest and Northeast are the epitome of American culture. These restaurants originated in the late 1970’s and have become so popular that corporate chains like IHOP and Denny’s, have popped up and begun imitating the mom and pop ambience. However, those little family owned restaurants are always the best.

The setting in this restaurant is a more modern Mexican setting that looks beautiful. The lighting is perfect and the room fills with color. They have some historic items in glass showcasing that is part of the wall each having a card on the bottom identifying the year in which it was made and what it was

I went to visit Olympia Dining,a Greek restaurant, with my brother on Thursday , November 12. We didn’t know how the Greek food was, or what could we order since It was our first time in a Greek restaurant. This restaurant is located in Davis Blvd. When we arrived, we park in the closest spot of the restaurant then we walked in. The restaurant was beautiful more beautiful inside than the outside; The walls were painted with ruins and incomplete columns, and in the top corner it had a building with an Ionic technique, it was easy to recognize for the shape of the columns.

The picture reflects an old restaurant in Montreal named Bens Deli Restaurant. Unfortunately, it closed its doors for the last time in 2006, two years before its 100th birthday as it was demolished in 2008 and replaced by a boutique hotel.

My grandfather would become close with his customers and start remembering their orders. He would take pictures of them and tape it to the walls of the restaurant.

The “Meet n Eat Diner” looked inviting. My stomach made noises in approval as I entered and made my way to the counter to sit on an orange and white vinyl stool. A waitress came over, handed me a menu and asked if I wanted a coffee.

The diner is a quintessential part of American culture. Whether a symbol of the all-American unending optimism, of the blue-collar factory worker’s plight, loneliness, and isolation, or of simply a casual and welcoming place to grab a quick bite, the diner has had a unique prominence is the United States of America since the 1920s. With that, diners have become a popular subject explored by several American artists, from Norman Rockwell, to Don Sawyer, to John Baeder. Perhaps one of the most recognizable diner paintings today, and purportedly one of the most icon images in American art, is Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks. (Brooks).

I used the prolonged forty minutes to focus in on the restaurants decor that I was surrounded in. When I walked into the restaurant I expected more adorable decorations that would make me feel as if I was at my grandmothers house. This restaurant had a small assortment of photographs and a few paintings that were endearing, but it has so much more potential. One piece of art that stood out to me was a beautiful painting of Thomson Hall at the University of New Hampshire, which shows how local this restaurant truly is. Besides these piece’s of art, this small restaurant is lacking a homely feeling, for which they advertise they have. Besides the empty decor I found myself staring at the floor. The floor was carpeted and had me focused on the profuse amount of mysterious stains that covered it. As I was beginning to get very impatient with the service, the food finally arrived. My doubts about this plain restaurant quickly ended as I took my first bite into my breakfast sandwich. My sandwich consisted of two eggs, sausage, and american cheese on a croissant. The combination of these four types of food dissolved into my mouth and left me wanting more. The warm, buttery croissant mixed with the eggs, sausage, and cheese creating a sweet and salty taste. The sausage was course and had just the right amount of pork flavor.

Nelly’s Diner was established in 2011, we are located in the historic Lakewood, WA. We are a family owned business. We offer authentic Portuguese dishes with a 50’s style flare and the best customer service experience. Our waitresses wear fun retro poodle shirts. While our jukebox is playing fun music. We provide an amazing atmosphere bringing our customers back to the 50’s. Bring your friends and family to a fun environment with the exciting music and unbelievable cuisine. At the end of our day we donate our left over food to the Tacoma Women’s shelter. Our local farmers provide us with fresh produce daily. Everyone is welcomed at Nelly’s