Dale and I like to frequent a little diner just over the border in Washington state. It's called the Otis Grill. It's so wonderfully home-grown. The folks that own and run it are just great. They get to know you and can place your usual order as soon as you walk in the door. There's no frills. Just excellent food and service ... in a home town country sort of way.
You must try their Patty Melt, their Reuben, or their French Dip!
At our favorite table, there's a little chip in the Formica. Is it any wonder this diner has a piece of my heart?