Eating at Nick and Joan’s place is like time-traveling back to an era when:
- everyone in the neighborhood knew your name;
- people were genuinely concerned about how you, your parents, your kids, and your pets were doing;
- the corner diner cooked your eggs exactly the way you like them and they sliced the ham straight from the hambone;
- the booths and counters were soda-pop orange and for some reason that gave you a sassy-good feeling;
- the service was fun and friendly;
- and the prices were working-class affordable.
That place still exists.
Whenever you’re near the airport in Rhode Island and you need a tasty breakfast (or lunch) with a healthy dose of kind-hearted neighborliness to remind you that honest-human-interaction doesn’t exist only in your nostalgic memories–
and come on in!
You’ll be heartily welcomed and well-fed. Don’t bring your laptop or ipad. This is the kind of place where you talk to the people who share the room with you!
My husband and I eat here when we don’t feel like cooking and doing the dishes–but aren’t in the mood for the formality or the cost of “going out.” Going to Nick and Joan’s feels like going home.
This week I had an egg over medium, toast, home fries, coffee and a side of that delicious ham. Ken had a 3-egg onion/cheese omelette, toast, home fries and coffee.
Grand total (pre-tax & tip) $13.60. Seriously!
I love this place. It isn’t trendy or fancy; it’s just good food made by people who have spent their lives feeding the neighborhood because they care about people. And when you walk out the door someone will likely say (and mean), “Thank you! God bless.” And you’ll probably leave happier, more optimistic, and, actually, blessed.
Where do you go when you want to know that everybody knows your name?