The Bent Page

There are places to eat and then there are places to eat. I prefer the diner experience to driving past a window and having somebody toss a bag of pre-chewed gruel into my vehicle. Might as well sit down, use a fork and knife, maybe read the newspaper or a book if you don’t have someone along to chat. Hence, the diner was invented by some ingenious person. Aren’t we all grateful? Absolutely. Now the diner comes in many forms, the squat silver box by the side of the road, the first floor on the corner in the city, or a re-use/remodel of an existing building as in the case of The Coffee Station in Morton, PA. The Coffee Station used to be immediately adjacent to the tracks in this little town west of Philadelphia. Then a bank only a few dozen yards away closed and The Coffee Station relocated there. Take a look at the video.

Dig that jazzy music I put on there, eh? Yeah, anyway, remember the old tiny tabletop jukeboxes in the old diners. They were a blast. For some. Back to the Coffee Station. You’ll get a decent meal here, either breakfast or lunch. It’s the kind of place for scrambled eggs and bacon or pancakes and sausage. There’s also a good club sandwich. You know, the kind of food you expect at a diner. The service is on top of things, which is important because you’re not looking to spend all day, just grab a bite, say hello, and get on with it, whatever it happens to be. Enjoy!