Eighteen red stools, a 30-foot counter, menu items written on construction paper hanging on the walls, two pots of hot coffee always humming, one ancient register, cash only — the Dock Street Diner is a place where time has stood still. This is a good thing. It’s like stopping for a bite in your own kitchen, but way better. You don’t have to cook or clean up, and the food is home cooked the way grandma did, fast, no fuss, and with just the right amount of tough love.
