Diner delight
At four o’clock on a Sunday afternoon the shopping centre had few dining options. We had to resort to a place that called itself a “diner.” Its menu did not live up to its bright red banquettes and shining chrome, it only offered various combinations of burgers and fries.
The decor of a traditional American diner seems to epitomize that age of optimism. There was nothing in Britain to match the brightness and the brashness of the American eating place. The traditional British café, with its menu of fish and …