Ed Debevics was the planned lunch place on our last full day there. We took the train to
We asked for directions after the map got it completely wrong (or something); initially a guy in a city truck pointed us in the general direction, and told us it was about 15 minutes walk. After 15 minutes, I asked another passer by -he told us we should take a cab as it was at least 10 minutes in a cab. (Were people messing with me? Was it my Detroit Tigers shirt – the Tigers were in town to see the Sox?). Anyway, we made it eventually.
We walked in, and were promptly seated. “Are you guys really over here from
See, that’s Ed Debevic’s. Eat and Get Out is the motto in this 50’s style diner. Rudeness is the order of the day. It’s all good clean abuse. And all very amusing.
She returned. “You still here? I guess ya want something to drink?” I asked for a beer. She looked at my family. “I can see why ya need one” she says.
“You need a haircut” she told my son. He was somewhat speechless.
We had regular food (got the order in eventually) – I had a burger, requested it medium “I guess so” she replied, obviously an inconvenience, (the burger, I must admit was outstanding), my wife had a turkey burger and the kids had some kid food. All pretty good.
An announcement came out over the PA. “Hey, I need to interrupt all ya lunches” the male voice boomed. “Not my fault. It’s that stupid girl over there has got her stupid birthday today” as he points at a laughing, blushing young lady. “Let’s all sing happy stupid birthday for stupid there and they you can all get on with your lunch”. So we did.
As we were eating, some James Brown came on the jukebox – which was then cranked up. The wait staff hopped up on the bar, shook their booties and danced along. All very, very different.
Our waitress then came back and threw various other insults at us; pretended to mess with my food, and done her best to annoy my son. Which included posing for a photo with him.
When she asked us were we done, and we said we were, she said. “Good. About time. Now pay and get out”. We did, and I genuinely thanked her.
We left laughing. We had good food and a lot of fun.
On the way out, another family, all sporting