I hadn't been to this place in a very long time. But I found myself at 1 am Black Friday with a craving...and this was a God send.

 

It was good ol' Denny's!

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It wasn't any ol' Denny's. It was the one on Brighton Avenue in Portland. It's been easily 20 years since I've been to that Denny's. It's probably been a good 10-15 since I've been to any Denny's.

Here's how I got there at 1 am on Black Friday.

I had just finished up handing out Dunkin' coffee and such at the lines at 3 different Walmarts. I noticed that the McDonald's in Windham was open! On Thanksgiving! Well, that got me thinking, that sounds good.

I figured when I was done with the Walmart in Scarborough, I'd hit up the McDonald's on St. John Street in Portland on my way bringing the Q Van back to the station.

It was not open. Mmmmmm. Okay, the one on Morrills Corner in Portland must be.

Nope. Well, at this point, I should just let it die - but the craving was strong. And now I was on a mission. I drove down Warren Avenue and thought, 'Oh Wendy's and Burger King with the GIANT sign I bet are open.'

Nope.

Wait - there's a McDonalds on Larrabee Road!          Closed.

I was dejected and thinking...I'm an idiot. Go home. I was driving up Riverside to Brighton Avenue when I saw it. The Denny's sign. Lit and open! 'They have burgers!'

I drove in and walked in and ordered a cheese burger to go. I sat at the counter while my order was cooking. It was so funny. I remembered going to this Denny's another life ago. Perhaps nursing a hang over...and needing some sort of slam. It didn't seem to have changed much and looked like the perfect setting for a movie. Ya know, the kind where the protagonist stops in at 3 am and thinks about how to get the girl back.

I loved it. I plowed through my cheese burger while driving the Q Van back to the station at around 1 in the morning on Black Friday. A perfect ending to a crazy day.