"Penny's and I found each other after a long 800 mile drive through the middle United States. After a grueling day of wildlife photography and the uncharacteristic bitter freezing rain on a summer's night, my partner and I could stomach only the most comfortable food this country has to offer. Penny's is rich in the aesthetics associated with a diner of it's type, if you've seen any picture of Penny's you've seen them all. Like a moth to a flame, we bumbled forth into the establishment and seated ourselves. We discovered that ordering was primarily an independent venture using QR codes and cellular devices, which detracted from the aesthetic allure somewhat, but we didn't mind. Her, a country fried steak with peppery white gravy, two fried eggs, hash browns, and a buttery seared biscuit. I, a thick succulent ruben matched with a side salad and tater tots. Cooked tableside and served promptly, my partner and I shared silent and intimate contemplations of the food before us. There's only one word for the taste that enveloped my mouth and throat: love. Grease, starch, and animal flesh melding seamlessly into a chimera of perfect flavor and texture. The only tragedy of my experience is that I will likely never replicate it again."
