of the spaghetti and meatballs on Wednesday night. What did you think I meant?
Needing fresh air and wanting an outing, Diva2 took the bus down Queens Blvd. to the Tower Diner in Rego Park.
First the bus ride: highly entertaining in the black comedy sense. Diva2 took the first seat she could find; there was a reason it was empty. Directly in front was a religious fanatic who spent the whole time talking to air about the joys of Jehovah's Witnesses. It was a thrill when her cell phone rang and she had to have a normal conversation for 2 minutes, but boy did Ms. Fanatic get off the phone fast, the better to be talking to air again.
At last, Tower Diner is in sight. It's a funny triangular shape - methinks it might have been a bank in a former life, but it's very light and cheery. There were some unusual lunch specials (coconut shrimp with orange dipping sauce, anyone?), but in the end I went for that rainy day comfort classic of Chicken a la King. It was a great choice. It came with a decent basket of breadsticks, melba toast and a roll plus a really nice salad; the salad had generous slices of plum tomato and cucumber as well as a big slice of red onion (and the usual iceberg lettuce, of course).
The waitress was at the top of her game, asking me if she should put in the order for the C a la K while I was eating the salad, or did I want her to wait until the salad was finished? Now,please. The C a la K was dee-lish! The chicken pieces were big and the chicken had been grilled first, so it had nice color and a great taste. The sauce was quite tasty and there was a nice timbale of rice, studded with peas and carrots, to go with the chicken. The portion was huge; Diva2 took home enough leftovers for dinner tonight.
The only mistake was dessert. They were out of coconut custard pie so I had lemon meringue. Generic at its best and not helped at all by today's rainy weather; even good meringue could not stand up to this dampness.
Boring bus ride home - no professional eccentrics on this one.