This was five blocks from my hotel in St. Paul. This is the ultimate diner. This is as good as it gets. The guy who makes the malts sits on the stoop and smokes until you order. The guy who fries your clams claims to have been there since the 70's and talks back to the regulars. The whole thing is mostly counter seating mere feet away from the grill. The guy who sat next to me was aggressively interested in what I was reading and explained that the diner car was transferred there from New Jersey. He goes to Mickey's for the pancakes.
My dinner at Mickey's - one of my best ever.
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