Today we went to a diner. An adorable little dinner in Narberth. The kind of place where you want the coffee even if it’s steeped in the blood of hundreds. The kind of place where the pancakes are fluffy, the eggs are light and that americana on the wall is not ironic. I was jonesing hard for the usual bottomless coffee in a perfect-sized mug with the insane pleasure of unpeeling those little plastic tubs of half and half. but i resisted, in an ode to the month of radical living. sated with oatmeal and potatoes, the coffee beast whimpered to a hush and i passed the ultimate challenge.