"Why would anybody ever eat anything besides breakfast food?"
"People are idiots, Leslie."
Echoing the sentiments of those who came before me, Glen's doesn't try to be incessantly endearing, it just is...kinda like a puppy that doesn't realize it's misbehaved. One seldom discovers a place that melds the days of yore with contemporary society without skipping a beat, consequently remaining effortlessly reflective of the former zeitgeist without simultaneously rendering itself a relic. Glen's is still relevant..now if only people would just acknowledge that.
Glen's is what it's about. It's about defiance in the face of a society that tries to tell you that anyone not in a rush is not to be trusted, and those who appear to be relaxing aren't ensconced in the same economic turmoil. People are at ease at Glen's, cognizant of the political climate in which we are all entangled yet blissfully deflecting its implications, at least until 3pm hits. Put your guard down and kick back along with the gang here -- it's alarmingly refreshing how much pleasure it'll bring you. Glen's is about opening your eyes and shedding your externally imposed occupation and extrinsically motivated busyness in favor of the oldest pastime: relaxing with good people and good food. It's about not scoffing at people your friends have convinced you are somehow below you. It's about scarfing down your meal but never feeling it, because you deserved the change of pace and everyone knows it. It's about the perfect late-summer day when you know autumn is right around the corner and things are changing for the better, even if it might not have seemed that way 15 minutes ago. Glen's is the turning point, one we don't really get to revel in as much as we should and that we experience far too infrequently. It's the real deal, with little shortcomings like chunks of hot chocolate mix and small glasses of pink grapefruit juice only adding to its appeal. It's about how they're complemented by the paper, handwritten, ad hoc Specials signs; it's about license plates from throughout the country that comprise a rich mosaic of Americana. It's about time slowing down, and you welcoming me and me welcoming you, both of us free from the bustle of the world outside...not in the corny first lines of a bad movie kinda way, but in the kinda way that you embrace wholeheartedly and makes it difficult to part with it. It's about receiving the undivided attention of your waitress -- who calls you hon' -- not just because it's her job, but also (and primarily) because she likes what she's doing, and you both deserve the respect and appreciation. It's about the announcement of down-home orders for the whole joint to hear, the assortment of jams, the wornout countertops, and the solid tunes that take on their own persona when re-interpreted through lively and creative staff renditions. It's about the 20-minute meal, the stir-it-yourself hot chocolate, the sneering at the use of "restroom" rather than "bathroom", and the omnipresent been-here-forever metal delightfully lining everything your eyes come across. It's not superficial, but it is reasonable and it is warm.
The only downside of my visit to Glen's was that I had to leave...after all, too much of a good thing is just enough (plus, they closed). read more