Denny's Diner

Cease and Desist for so-called Cpt. America, Steve Rogers.

As Brady dropped in to the curling wave of syrup he soon realized his gnarly shred would be slowed to a bummer-y crawl, as the thick wave furled itself for the better part of a year, with Brady stuck in an endless loop of surf, contemplating his entire existence, dwelling on how un-rad his sitch was, too afraid to bail and possibly fill his lungs with sweet, viscous death.

Come visit the Diner Park! It’s full of absurd and magical natural food wonders. It’s like, just, straight up crazy in there. 

Bunk beds are so fun that we decided to make bunk booths. Just don’t spill anything.

Ditch the floral and pastels this spring and spice it up with some bacon lipstick. Sizzlin!

This French Toast is the Frenchiest.

Sometimes you gotta go that extra mile to shake it up right.

It’s only a joke until someone’s all, “We’re going to Denny’s” and then we don’t go to Denny’s. Then it’s aggravated assault on my emotional stability.

Good morning!

love poem for bacons

bacons fall over
me until my
body is bacon
covered
you can be my
second skin
bacon strips
even bacon bits
don’t care how you
slice it
chop it
i want bacons
never
stop it.

i love you,
bacons

i keep you in
my heart
and my
pocket.

Samurai + French Fry = Samufry 

SANCTUARY FOR ALL.
BREAKFAST FOR ALL.
THOSE WHO ARRIVE SURVIVE.

The top photo is an illustration from tumblr user tosmatobeef. We loved it so much that we decided to animate it. 

That’s a pancake.

It’s Saturday. Which is hands down the #1 A+ best day of the weekend. Sure, Friday has that “ahhh it’s finally over” feeling and the rush of weekend anticipation, of having nothing to do for two whole days, but on Saturday you also get the sleeping in, the lazing around, smack dab in the middle of the weekend’s relaxation cycle, with one more unfettered day ahead of you. Sunday is fine enough, but it’s got that cloud of impending obligation hanging at the end.*

*Which can be fixed by going to Denny’s, pretty sure.