Dinner At The Diner

Yesterday my husband got a huge nail in his motorcycle tire so he had to leave his bike at the dealer's in Schenectady.  Today I had to drive him back there so he could get the bike and ride it home, in the rain, I might add.  The dealer sells Harleys & Triumphs, which is very, very weird because those brands are big-time competitors, but what do I know?  Anyway, while waiting in the parking lot for him to take care of the paperwork, I spied this license plate. 

Hubby is a Triumph guy.  So his plate would be, what...? maybe TRUMPHMN, TRIMPHGY, hmmm, beats me.  Not that he's even interested, I was just thinking about it myself since I'm a big fan of vanity license plates.  

Anyway, after he retrieved his bike, we went across the road to the Farmer Boy Diner for dinner. 

And as usual, out came the camera while we were waiting for our food, which was, by the way, very good.  They had the best fries I've tasted since my son closed his cafe, and that's saying something, cause his fries were the best I've ever had.