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I Love You, Goldroc Diner

Posted by whforums on November 11, 2008

So, my wife and I have both been working a lot of hours lately. Like, a lot.

We both got home after 8:30 last night and neither of us had the energy to cook anything. But we wanted comfort food, and we wanted it cheap. So we went to Goldroc.

Growing up in West Hartford, Goldroc was always something of a mystery to me — it seemed like everyone had eaten there (and some folks ate there a lot), but I never had. Nor did I particularly care to — I mean, what did I care about diners when I had a mother who was essentially running one in her own home. When I moved back here (11 years after leaving) with my wife we thought it was going to be impossible to find a decent breakfast beyond bagels (I love, love, love Lox Stock, too, but there are only so many bagels a man can eat. I also hadn’t discovered Mo’s Midtown at this point), and that’s how we discovered Goldroc. Ever since, it’s been one of our favorite breakfast spots and our default comfort food location.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that the food is great (it’s good, but it’s not like, OMG cuisine — it’s more, O.M.G … FOOOD — it fulfills a deep need to devour fat and salt, to devour what our environment may not make readily available), it’s that in its grease, in its diner coffee (by which I mean wildly inconsistent, but even good when it’s “bad coffee”) and in the way it has always led me to interesting space between devouring and conversation (conversations while devouring are totally different from conversations while not devouring), it has this really surprising sense of home.

Such that:

I think if I died at Goldroc with just a cup of coffee and a plate of fries in front of me, I’d probably die happy (assuming I had a chance to drink some of the coffee and eat some of the fries first — and assuming I’m not so old that I can longer taste either of them).


Such That:

Goldroc feels so much like home, it’s the only restaurant in where I can imagine playing a game of Strat-O-Matic baseball.

Anyway, I have to go back to work, so here’s your topic for the day:

Goldroc rocks.


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