Sunday morning my wife and I decided to go to the local truck stop for breakfast. We had forgotten that the county fair was still in session so when we arrived the place was packed. We thought about leaving, but as my next favorite place to have a really good decadent breakfast was about ten miles away – and we were hungry – we found an open booth and settled in.
The place was full of fair goers, some truckers and a group of bikers from New Hampshire. Along with the restaurant being crowded the noise level was so high we had trouble just talking across the table and being understood. There was even a child screaming from some corner table, but for a change that did not bother me, for it just added into the den.
The waitress came over and took our orders. My wife ordered corned beef hash and eggs and I had the truckers special: three eggs, bacon, toast and french-fries.
One of the waitresses was having a bad day, and was slamming dirty dishes into a container so hard she actually broke at least one of the coffee cups – every ten minutes or so we could hear the crash as cups and saucers were unceremoniously dropped (or tossed) into the collection bin.
You might think that this was a miserable breakfast out; but, the food was great – cooked perfectly, the coffee was good, no one was being obnoxious, and no one was on a cell phone – because it was too noisy. With the exception of that one waitress, people were just having a good time.
We do prefer a quitter atmosphere; but there is something about brisk fall weather and fair season that makes a crowd feel natural and invigorating.