Diner and a movie (town)

The plan for our date night last week comprised of a simple dinner and a movie - the husband had snagged a Groupon for a nearby diner a couple of weeks ago, and we had won free movie tickets over the summer. It would be a lovely and low-budget outing, especially since the month's end consistently signifies dwindled funds in our monthly budget. We didn't end up catching a movie because nothing seemed that watch-worthy (we just might end up saving our tickets for this December 2012 masterpiece), but we did accomplish dinner at a diner in a movie town. Close enough, methinks. The husband's childhood was filled with manifold jaunts to diners, where scarfing down greasy grub not only affirmed his manhood, but also always filled him up. Every so often nowadays, we will indulge his diner itch so he can settle in a vinyl booth, order a cheeseburger with onion rings, sigh and glance around the 50s pop culture memorabilia with a contented smile, and feel right at home. Mel's Diner ended up being smack dab in the center of movie town, so we joined touristy mobs in congesting the thoroughfares of glitzy Hollywood, all because we were on a worthy mission to obtain a peanut butter chocolate cupcake.