Breakfast in a Different Decade

It feels like I’ve stepped into an old movie. Big, rattling pickup trucks, wooden buildings with western-style facades. I duck into a bakery for breakfast, and it’s completely full of Americans who all seem to know each other.

I sit down and immediately get water, tea, two eggs with fried hash browns, and toast. Waitresses move back and forth, constantly refilling everyone’s coffee. There’s a low hum of conversation, and the atmosphere is warm and familiar.