We’ve been driving along the Trans-Canada Highway through forests and mountains as far as the eye can see, carefully negotiating the high winds and heavy rains of what remains of Hurricane Leslie.
Even now, Newfoundland feels and looks amazing! “I don’t know about you, Dave, but I’m starving,” I say (I’m Alex). We spot a gas station with a restaurant down the road and pull in. We walk in and order some food, then take a look around this intriguing little place we've unexpectedly come across in our travels.
As I look around, I notice how peaceful it is, nothing fancy, just a roadside diner. Everyone is very nice and the food is fine, but the thing that strikes me is the vintage-like quality of our surroundings.
This diner really is retro—it’s not trying to be deliberately hip, but because of that, it really sort of is. I feel like we’ve travelled back to the 1950s: the walls, the kitchen, the utensils, even the placemats, have that retro feel.
The folks here are as genuine as you could ever hope to meet, in your entire life. In a world that’s moving so fast, it’s nice to know that some places are determined to be and move at their own unique pace, true to themselves.