We drove into town with the sound of Simon and Garfunkel singing They've all gone to look for America. Could you find an icon more American than the symmetrical grouping on the embossed paper placemat: the imitation ironstone with the two brown stripes, the stamped stainless steel cutlery, the precise arrangement of four toast triangles (margarine subsiding into its crevices), the crackling bacon strips and the yielding mound of pale yellow scrambled eggs?
This is the Historic Village Diner in Red Hook, New York, one of the last remaining Silk City Diners made by the Paterson Vehicle Company of Paterson, New Jersey. Local legend would make it the fourth oldest diner in the U.S. Originally opened as the Halfway Diner in nearby Rhinebeck, it is believed by many to date to 1927, but in fact was fabricated in 1951.

Nonetheless, it's a beautifully arrested moment in time that recalls a period when New York's Taconic Parkway was peppered with sleek bulletlike eateries whose modern lines evoked for highway travellers the allure of rail travel. The interior is comforting and cocoonlike, yet also reminiscent of a medical facility with its clean stainless steel, glass and tile surfaces. Here, consolation takes the form of simplicity itself, a recipe that likely predates the age of the automobile by many, many decades: an eggy breakfast muffin stuffed with cranberries.

On this particular morning, bright-eyed Bard students address their hearty breakfast sandwich, or the waffles, or the biscuit with sausage gravy in a farewell ritual shared with the middle-aged parents, step-parents, aunts and uncles who have helped to haul the books and plants, computers and guitars up pitiless staircases to blank dorm rooms before the road trip, short or long, back to the family home and the start of the new academic year. A familiar ritual, repeated over decades in untold variations, and solemnized with a ritual meal: hot restorative coffee, perfect toast, perfect eggs.



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