Medina Diner

This place just opened, or rather re-​opened, last weekend. It is now called Taylor’s (Diner), but it may take Unilocal a decade or so to switch the names. It was also called Ja-Mo’s Medina Diner, just to keep the local sign gal busy, I guess. (That local sign gal, for the record, has done some beautiful lettering on the diner’s wrap-​around windows; I’m a sans-​serif kinda dude, but she can serif me silly any old time. Darlin’.)
Clean, well-​lit place for an early, and I do mean either just-​staggering-​home or just-​staggering-​to-​work early grub-​fest. They’re cooking and serving from five in the aye em to two in the pee em. Standard diner stuff, reasonable prices, nice folks, and overall a very pleasant experience. This isn’t one of those «Gee, isn’t it ironic, that we call ourselves a diner, yet we serve Artichoke and Black Truffle Soup, Toasted Mushroom Brioche, and Black Truffle Butter?» places. This is a cinder-​block, watch-​the-​cook-​through-​the-​pass-​through-​window, get-​to-​know-​your-​neighbor place.
I had the Western Breakfast Wrap and the Bottomless Cup o’ Tea. Both just great. (Don’t swear. There is a fine levied for foul language. No, I’m not kidding. The owner has a big glass container with an open-​mouthed rooster, and you have to put your fine in there, for charity. Get it? Foul-​mouthed? It says so, right on the east window. You’ve been warned.)
So easy to find: Head west from the Square, start singing «She Was Only a Steelworker’s Daughter But Boy Could That Pig Iron,» and by the time you forget the words, you’re there.