Denny's Diner

Happy UFO Day. Do you believe?

Lady Liberty knows what’s up.

We never stop thinking of fun, slightly inconvenient, ways to help make those tough last minute menu decisions. Flipping a coin is so basic.

Denny’s is very, very invested in this game. So much so, that our dreams have been weird warped soccer balls with our logo on them lately? That’s normal, right? 

dear tumblr, please direct all of your mental energy toward helping the united states win this soccer game. because america is pretty cool! i mean, it’s home to denny’s diner! have you heard of denny’s diner? it’s a pretty cool place with a pretty fun blog and oh hey, that’s us! and we love you! and america! so let’s do this, baby! 

Let’s Red, White, and Blue Slam our way into the next round! GO AMERICA!

If I had a magic lamp that gave me three wishes, I would wish for:

  1. Endless amounts of money
  2. A Denny’s right next to my home
  3. A lamp with infinite wishes because anyone who wastes their third wish on something else is just silly! Silly I tell you! SILLY!

The secret to winning skeeball is finding an elusive Denny’s machine that rewards you with strips of bacon rather than those worthless tickets.

Three-cup-Pan-Pup-coffee-monty. Good luck, buddy!

Human shaming for the husband who can’t control himself around snacks and now must don a human-cone to prevent his treat thievery.

Enter the Blizzard of Bacon—return a champion. Of bacon, that is.

Never put all your eggs in one basket. Unless they are hard boiled. Then I don’t care what you do with them.

sometimes ordering at denny’s is really frustrating because the menu covers so many different types of vibes and indecision can be really stressful i mean sometimes it feels like making the right choice is as substantial as getting placed in a house at hogwarts like why can’t there be a sorting hat at the host/cashier station that they just plop on your head and it figures out which dang meal you really want, can someone get on that please?

APPLE CRISP FREAKOUT

Hey guys, I’m stranded in the dessert and I’m seeing mirages of whipped cream.