Sweet Street
“Can we please see a lunch menu?” asked Kate.
She folded Patrick’s menu and her own and held them out for the waitress.
“Well silly, this is our full menu,” said the waitress as she turned to go.
Patrick opened the menu again and read out loud, “Cake, brownies, muffins, scones, candy, milkshakes. Please ask about the daily special.”
“The sign clearly says this is a diner,” said Kate.
A large pink truck pulled up to the curb outside the diner and two men began to unload one hundred-pound bags of sugar, fifty-pound bags of chocolate and an enormous barrel of butter.
They rolled it all in the front door.
“Come on let’s go. I saw a sub shop across the street,” said Kate.
“Aww, this place looks great,” said Patrick as he followed Kate out the door.
The sub shop took orders at the counter.
The line was long but moved quickly.
Patrick and Kate reached the counter and saw the menu board.
“Can we see the sandwich menu?” asked Kate.
“Oh, silly we don’t have sandwiches here,” said the girl taking orders. “But we do have the best fudge in town!”
Kate grabbed Patrick by the elbow and lead him to the sidewalk.
The delivery truck was still unloading the sugar, chocolate and butter but this time they were headed for the sub shop.
Kate looked up and down the road.
“Look a pizza place,” said Kate.
Patrick saw the red and yellow sign Kate was pointing at.
Patrick’s stomach grumbled as they hurried down the street.
Kate picked a table by the window. A waitress hurried over with the menus.
“We would like a medium peperoni pizza and two cokes,” said Kate before the waitress could hand her the menus.
“That is so funny,” the waitress exclaimed. “Hey, Sam listen to this, these silly kids want a peperoni pizza.” She laughed and dropped the menus on the table.
“Not in my establishment,” said Sam.
Heads down Kate and Patrick both searched the menu.
“Strawberry jam pizza, chocolate marshmallow pizza, pumpkin pie calzones, and the only drink I see is hot chocolate,” whispered Patrick.
“Let’s just order something,” mumbled Kate.
They ate every bite of a large chocolate marshmallow pizza and finished off two cups of hot chocolate before speaking again.
“We need to get home. We promised Mom we would help her unpack the moving boxes after lunch,” said Kate.
“Sure, but first there is one more place I want to check out,” said Patrick. Kate followed Patrick to a bakery close to their new house.
Steaming roast beef, baked turkey, mashed potatoes with onions and garlic, salads of all kinds and fresh baked bread filled the display case.
The shop was empty, and no one appeared to take their order. Patrick rang a sliver bell on the counter.
“I am so sorry I didn’t hear you come in,” apologized the young girl as she struggled to tie her apron. “We don’t usually get customers until after dinner. Now what can I get you for dessert?”
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