Jen’s Diner

Old fashioned greasy spoon.
Ok, I like nostalgia. I’d like my beater truck to work 100% of the time but that hasn’t happened since the Carter administration. So, driving back from fishing in Canada my hooptie springs a leak in the radiator. Limped it across the border to Watertown at 0300 in the morning and found a repair shop. While waiting for it to be fixed, I walked up the street and found this old school diner-Jen’s.
Picture early a.m., long countertop with stools occupied by bleary eyed factory worker 2 pack a day types, sizzling grill with classic breakfast grub stackin’ up on the plates. Strong coffee brewing, donuts under a glass lid calling my name. «Whatcha havin’ hun?» says the nice lady behind the counter. After a man sized breakfast, she was showing me pictures of the bass her son caught and sharing jokes like I was a local.
Bottom Line: Next time your Dodge neon blows a hose… look around. Sometimes theres more to life than Ronald Wendy and the King.
4÷15÷2014… Noticed this place is now called «Friede’s». Fresh new sign out front… assuming same diner setting inside.