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Monday, May 4, 2009
Stopping in: Denny’s on Main
So, my son and I were headed back home from a downtown show the other night, and were hungry, having done without dinner. It was about 10:15 or so, we had a bunch of classical music runnin’ around in our heads, and we were looking for a place to eat and chat.
“Nothing’s open,” he said.
“Ohhh, yes, something is. Denny’s on Main.”
“Denny’s on Main?”
“Yeah,” I said, “the Denny’s on Main Street by Miami Valley. You say it like one word: Dennysonmain. You can’t live in Dayton and not have a Dennysonmain experience.”
“Let’s go.”
It had been a few years since I’d been there, and the first time in forever on a weeknight. We were greeted pleasantly and led to a booth. There were about four tables’ worth of folks there, mostly young families with little kids, and an old guy drinking coffee at the counter who looked like he’d been there all night, wanted to stay outta the rain, and didn’t necessarily have anyplace else to be.
There was one waitress and one cook back in the kitchen, and they were hustling. I got a double cheeseburger and my son got two breakfasts (the boy likes to eat).
The food arrived at our table in about 10 minutes, amazingly. My burger was massive, a lot bigger than I expected. Oh, yeah — and good. The cheese was perfectly melted on it, and whatever sauce they had on there was terrific.
My son had steak and eggs, a good-looking T-bone that he finished with relish. I mean, delight. Not literally relish. You understand. He also got pancakes, which were delicious. Like I said, the boy likes to eat.
Denny’s on Main has long been a place where you can see a great cross-section of late-night Dayton denizens — families, neighborhood types, UD students, folks dropping by when the bars close. It’s more pleasant since they did away with indoor smoking, but still, you can catch the aroma of late nights and short-order plates from years past. The place has a funky, comfortable feel that is both welcoming and weird, and it was, minus the ashtrays, pretty much as I remembered it.
We had a good old late-nite Leadbelly time. I think we’ll be back.
