I believe it’s an “Eat-Rite”

I’m trying to remember to keep my camera on the passenger seat so I can squeeze off quick snaps of anything that tickles me at stop-lights.

There used to be little greasy spoon diners every few blocks downtown… I remember them from when I was a child when we’d go visit my dad at work.

They’re not so common anymore…. In fact, to my knowledge, there’s only one left.

As clearly as I can remember what they looked like, and even being in them… I can’t remember the food.

The lone survivor had a carnivalesque make-over a decade ago for use in the film White Palace.

It sicks out like crazy among the brown-brick lofts and office buildings of St. Louis.

I’d quickly blog about this but I gotta get dressed and head back downtown and continue whoring for more work.