Last Summer, while on our Detroit / Niagara adventure, we stumbled upon a most fascinating little spot -- a 123 year old diner (during last year's visit, it was a mere 122 years). While in Niagara, we opted for a morning away from the Falls in hopes of discovering more wonders around town... and we were not disappointed!
While I was busy photographing an old sign down the street, Josh disappeared into Simon's. From the outside, he couldn't quite tell what sort of establishment it was. A few minutes later he returned to say "I think I found something you're going to want to see."
When I walked into the diner, I couldn't believe my eyes. I wasn't exactly sure what to make of the place. In addition to the beautiful red barstools and colorful menus, there were mementos e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. Tables stacked with piles of papers, photographs, and newspaper clippings; clusters of vases and ceramic figurines; an old Canadian scout uniform hanging on a rack; random oddities, maps, lamps and paintings, and boxes, boxes, and more boxes of who knows what stacked high against the walls. Truly a sight to behold.
We didn't want to ogle and run, so we sat down at the bar and ordered up a classic diner breakfast: eggs, sausage, and coffee. When the waitress asked "Would you like white or brown toast with that?" I knew we were in for a real treat.
If we are ever lucky enough to return to Niagara Falls, I sure hope Simon's is still around.