A Tale of Two Diners

Many years ago, in the various Union Stations across the country, one could always find a good meal waiting for them at The Harvey House, served by a Harvey Girl. There are very few left, but the one in Kansas City has wonderful service, atmosphere, and cuisine.

Even as large and, dare I say opulent, as the Harvey House is, there was a diner in St. Louis that could hold its own both with service and cuisine. Sadly, the photo with the name of the little place did not turn out, and my memory sucks, so all I can show you is a photo of our waitress:

The eggs were perfect, the coffee rich and flavorful - served in old fashioned, white, thick, heavy mugs. This was a tiny little diner, within walking distance of the stadium.

Kansas City Union Station

I'm not sure if this was St. Louis Union Station or Kansas City Union Station. I believe it was KC. The ceilings and floors are from an era long gone, but still just as impressive. 

LOST MY CAMERA!

I lost my camera in North Dakota. Well, actually I broke it to smithereens while running to try to catch a train. So I have no photos from North Dakota back to Omaha and then to St. Louis. But I had a long enough layover to be able to track down a camera shop. I've never traveled by train before, but I have to say, this is the life! I'm thinking Amtrak may be my new best friend! The architecture in the various Union Stations makes me think of old movies.

RV is with a friend in Omaha until gas prices come down or until I'm ready to take it back to Mississippi. Traded it to a good friend for the summer - he paid for an Amtrak pass for me and in return will be using my RV for weekend vacations with his family. Win/win!