There is not one but two great Air Museums at the
I had lunch at a Café right on the airport property. Flo’s diner was just what the names implies. An old time 40's-50’s style diner complete with pinkish vinyl covered booths and stools at the counter. Dining alone I chose the counter. Everything was stereo-typical greasy spoon, but that’s not to say it was dirty. In fact there seemed to be five employees who spent every spare second scrubbing or wiping something down.
The waitress working the counter like the others wore a uniform that would have been at home in Mel’s dinner on the old TV show
It was all so good. Old fashion fast food made to order. But after I quit eating, and notice I did not say I finished, I had to just quit. When I was done, stuffed full, Flo brings over a” hunk” of homemade peach pie. A “hunk” is her word for a serving. A serving large enough for a Mongol hoard that is. I suspect the piece of pie alone contained enough nourishment and energy for an entire family of circus acrobats. I had to try. It was so good. I just could not eat it all. No worries, Flo insisted in putting the remainder in a box for me. I ate the rest that night. You know the whole spread only cost me 6 dollars.
It’s a good thing Flo’s is 2300 miles away from my house. Eating there I would be bigger that the door quickly