Denny's...No More

 My mother-in-law asked if we'd join her for lunch this morning. We jumped at the idea. Next, we had to decide where we wanted to go. Moving away from a huge metropolitan area had its advantages, but also some disadvantages--for example, the choices of where to eat out.

We sat around her kitchen table and discussed out options. We rattled off a few places we thought might be good, then I said, "There's Denny's." 

"There's a Denny's in town?" my mother-in-law asked. "Where?"

Across the street from McDonalds. She had never seen the restaurant in the twelve months we've lived here. We decided to go to a place close to the Denny's and as we drove passed the restaurant, we noticed it wasn't there anymore. Oh, the building still exists, but the signs were gone and the windows covered.

Denny's was gone.

To be honest, we hadn't been regular customers at Denny's. We'd eaten there a few times and even ordered out once. Denny's isn't someplace we'd feel like going every week, but there were certain times when Denny's was the perfect place to go. Now, if that urge hits us. we'll need to drive at least twenty miles away to enjoy a Moon Over My Hammy breakfast or something else from their iconic menu.

At lunch we explained to my mother-in-law that when she said she didn't think there was a Denny's in town, she was technically correct. It was us who was wrong. I'll bet that restaurant had existed in that location for decades, maybe thirty or forty years. I'm sure they had valid reasons for closing--the economy, covid, staffing issues. Still...it was nice when the town had a Denny's.