We’re talking, first of all, about Jack’s. Not the fancy-pants, old school, downtown steak and lobster place with the way cool signage and what must be a great bar, not that I know yet, but I will.
No, this is Jack’s Diner. Also old school, but well within budget for many. Open 24 hours. A small aluminum room with stools and booths. The crowd on Sunday AM? Four old white men in suits straight from church; one of the group unable to walk and so supported by the others. An older African-American couple. A younger African-American couple with the woman in tight gray sweat pants and a little skin as she leaned forward on the stool. A big white family. A big white cop.
OK, the food. Really delicious eggs. And, more to the point, was a turkey club sandwich with generous slices of bacon. Turkey, apparently, is the house speciality.
Will we be back?
Can’t wait.
Later, that same morning, we visited the Food Coop. A saint from the Bible was returning to his car as we arrived: Lean, tall, grizzled, gray, and bearded.
Inside: Amazing stalks of Brussels sprouts, kambocha, spinach, and kale micro greens. Even better: An astonishing stock of Misty Knolls chicken; this is restaurant quality bird, unavailable consistently in Boston. Plus, Neal’s Yard Dairy cheeses, a room of beans and bulk.
Staff at both?
Chill, of course.
