Kappy's USA

After listening to a loving, unifying sermon this morning Dave and I went - for the very first time - to Kappy's for a Philly cheese steak sandwich.   Kappy's, which is right up the street from some of the most yuppie places you can imagine (unless you live in Seattle,) and about a mile from our house is - by their definition, a downscale landmark.

Dave Placing Our Order

A diner, built in 1969 and backing up to the railroad tracks, it's been unchanged for 50 years.  The owner, Bob Caplan's, motto is "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

It's tiny, with maybe a dozen bar stools inside and four picnic tables in the parking lot.  I drive by it all the time.  Sometimes the parking lot has a few Harleys and pickups along side one or two Volvos.

We sat outside (in the parking lot.)  Across from us were two attractive young women.  They could have been two "Maitland Soccer Moms."  That's what the women who live in Maitland and live a certain lifestyle are affectionately called.

But I don't think so.  The one sitting opposite me was wearing a pink camouflage cap and her t-shirt had a drawing of the outline of Florida but was actually a semi-automatic weapon.  Below it was "Welcome to the Gunshine State."

The cheese steak sandwich was really, really good.


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