there’s this diner in westwood near ucla, i think it’s still there. it’s called headlines

i fondly remember pulling all-nighters with my friend adam on thursdays — the only time during the week to complete the homework due friday morning was all night thursday. i didn’t make it nearly as late as he could, but on the nights i did, we’d walk down to headlines and have breakfast before that miserable early morning class

i ordered an omelette — or maybe it was scrambled eggs, who knows — and i saw the cook pull a deep metal tray or lockbox heaving with a pre-scrambled egg mixture, which he ladled onto the griddle to cook. i imagine it’s a common practice at restaurants serving breakfast, but man did it make my gorge rise

anyway, here’s to friday mornings, adam, and egg juice. have a great monday