$4.98 Grilled Cheese

Everyone has that diner/restaurant in their hometown-you know the one-the one where they are still wearing the uniforms you remember them wearing when you were a kid. I am not talking the same exact ones, but a diner that prefers to go to the stand by uniform that has worked for years.

Everyone has that diner/restaurant where you gather and the coffee still costs a few coins that you leave on the table. The waitresses have been there since the beginning and won’t quit there until they are no longer with us on this earth.

Everyone has that diner/restaurant where you feel warm inside when you walk in the door and you know you will be greeted with a smile-always.

I hadn’t visited our local diner/restaurant in quite some time. Lunch choices led me to pick the restaurant with a smile, thinking about the warmth and the comfort that would surround me when I stepped in.

I met my friend at the restaurant and was immediately taken back to a different time/place. The glitter purple eye shadow on the greeter with the 80’s hair, the fresh baked goodies in the display and the Halloween decorations where ever the eye could see. I was home.

The chatter between the two best kind of girl friends erupted and the menus lay unopened on the table. Several visits from the waitress encouraged us to make a decision. I knew what I wanted. A grilled cheese sandwich-one that only could bring more comfort and warmth to me and make the lunch even more special…no fries… just the sandwich.

The laughter and banter continued. The sandwich came with two hamburger pickle slices-a simple sandwich.

Suddenly lunch was over. It always happens that way. Time runs away and gives no warning. That is when the bill came. Not a cross thought came to mind as I picked up the bill. Never once did I think I was about to be robbed. My heart stopped. $4.98 for a plain grilled cheese sandwich?! No fancy bread. No fancy cheese. No extra toppings. Nothing but a stinking grilled cheese sandwich. Do I share with my friend my disgust?! My family diner/restaurant had basically just kicked me in the stomach.

I do the lean in and let my friend know that I had been robbed. The stunned look on her face confirmed that I had, indeed been robbed. I began to look around at the old booths, the old tables and chairs, the originals by the looks of it, the cheesy Halloween decorations taunting me. What just happened? When did the diner become so dismal and overpriced?!

I went to the check out with a heavy heart. No dessert for me. No treats to bring home to my family. My grilled cheese sandwich gave me a heavy heart. Times are changing and I realized that someday, I will tell my grandchildren that a grilled cheese used to cost $4.98 and it will seem like  a deal.