Doo-Dah Diner

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Hours: Tue to Fri 7am to 2pm, Sat & Sun 8am to 2pm

*SUNDAY BRUNCH (NO MENU SERVICE) $19.99 ea, includes a beverage. Kids $9.99 - 8am-2pm

Patrick & Timirie Shibley voted 2017 "Restauranteurs of the Year" by the Kansas Restaurant & Hospitality Association

Doo-dah (doo' dah) n. - Another nickname for Wichita, KS. Origins unknown, but perhaps it references the laid-back, whimsical attitude felt by some visitors to the city.
Source: Urban Dictionary

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PEOPLE Magazine, Oct 8, 2018 Favorite Breakfast Restaurant - State of Kansas!

Welcome to the Doo-Dah Counter

Richard, Issue # 11

    Many of you know Laura as Chief Driver of The Doo-Dah Diner Counter. Do you know that the keen empathy which makes her so popular with The Counter customers is also being put to good use in her capacity as manager of the people who work in the dining area? She has been at the Doo-Dah since shortly after its inception almost seven years ago. Fortunately for us, she apparently intends to stay. She has infiltrated the staff with her three grown children Autumn, Hunter, and Emily, and a nephew Zack.

   The 20-year-old physical therapy student at WSU is working his way through school by getting experience in a physical therapy organization. Sounds like good planning to me. A couple of days earlier the counter stool on his right was occupied by a 20-year-old crew chief on a KC-135 Stratotanker. When I marveled at someone his age holding such a responsible position, he said he worked hard. At my age it is easy to think that elected government positions are better filled by senior citizens with more years of experience. I am not suggesting that people who are barely out of their teens should be president of the United States, but these young men are giving me second thoughts about what is important.

   He comes to The Doo-Dah Counter about every other Saturday. He has the weekend off from his job at Locke Heating and Air Conditioning. This afternoon he planned to rehearse as a member of a non-profit gospel choir called ARISE, which is an acronym for African-Americans Renewing Interest in Spirituals Ensemble. The choir has been singing at events around Kansas since it was founded thirty years ago by Josephine Pace Brown.




  As I approached the entrance to the Doo-Dah diner, a pretty young woman was waiting as she held the door open for me. I have found that to be one of the many advantages of being old. Both men and women open doors for me. When the hostess asked her which she wanted, a table or a seat at The Counter, I suggested the latter. It worked. Thanks to my age, she assumed, right or wrong, that I was not flirting, and she turned out to be a delightful lunch companion. It was her first time at the Doo-Dah. At the age of 21, she has one more year of schooling before getting her nursing degree. She starts working in the emergency room at St. Francis Hospital this month. One thing she likes about the E. R. is that it keeps a person on her toes trying to be prepared for the many problems which might arise. The lunch special for the day was a Monte Cristo sandwich. I was lucky enough to get one of the last ones before they ran out. When she said that she had planned to have one, but had come too late, she was lucky enough to find that I had saved half of mine in a carryout box, because a whole one was too much. As I started to leave, I picked up my cane and headed toward the other end of The Counter to say “Hi” to a familiar basketball coach from Wichita State University. He had never seen me when I was not holding down a stool at The Counter, so when he noticed how carefully I can walk, he asked, “Are you okay?” Then, on second thought, he changed it to an expression that you will hear more and more as you age: “You’re looking good.” My response was, “If I am looking good, why did you ask me if I was okay?” You would like him. I do.

   It was her first time there on St. Patrick’s Day, and, with the luck of the Irish, she experienced both the Sunday buffet and The Doo-Dah Diner Counter. She contracts with businesses to help them improve. After having run in a primary election for the United States congress, she intends to continue in politics. She is pregnant with her first child, whose gender is still unknown. She grew up in Wichita, spent some time in Washington, D. C., and now lives in our Riverside area.

Smile, say “Howdy,” and start asking questions. You’ll be glad.

Welcome to the Doo-Dah Counter

   Richard, Issue #10

I have figured out why the new Doo-Dah is located where it is. When you leave The Counter, drive north on Webb about a city block to Harrison Park on the right side of the road. Head your car around to the far east end of the park—it will find its way along Bailey and Todd—where it will come to a stop in a parking lot which overlooks a pond. The pond attracts enough crows and Canadian geese to put on an extravaganza, and it comes free with your meal. If they do not happen to be up close, and if you are out of cracked corn, throw out a bit of the left-over Beefy Doo-Dad which you are taking home for supper. They will come.

He owned Lifesaver Learning, Inc., which is located in the south end of Park Lane just down the hallway from Wichita Bridge Center where I play bridge. I noticed that he had been reading the counter chats at the end of the counter, so I pulled a copy of one I had just written out of my pocket and took it down to him. After reading it, he moved closer where we could talk. When he learned that we were mall neighbors, he said that if a bridge player needed emergency first aid, we could feel free to call on the people in his office. I was happy to hear that, because the majority of bridge players these days are older people. When I was a young player, bridge was a very popular game among all ages. Now the junior players are mostly in their sixties. If age is the criterion, I am a fully qualified senior player.

He had a spinach salad to go with his salmon club sandwich. He seems to be in favor of living a long life. Although it is much closer to his work and his home, this was his first visit to the east Doo-Dah Diner. He is the business manager (Administration Pastor) at Countryside Christian Church, which is located one mile west and a half mile south of the diner at 1919 S. Rock Road. I remember going camping in the open field before the church was built on it in 1973.

His school sent him to Wichita for two reasons. Number one was to get the Peanut Butter Cookies N Cream Pancake special at the Doo-Dah Diner Counter, and number two was to participate in a music teachers’ convention. I understood him to say that he teaches band, orchestra, and vocal music in Hoxley, Kansas, but it did not take much googling to figure out that my 87-year-old ears had been having fun with me again. There is no Hoxley. His description made it clear that he was talking about Oakley, which is about halfway between Hays and the Colorado border on I-70. You may be interested to learn that Oakley is located in three counties and averages 1000 people for each of its two square miles. Then again you may not, but, for sure, you would be interested in the Fick Fossil and History Museum, or the Monument Rocks, or the Buffalo Bill Cultural Center. If you happen to be a quilter, you would find the Smokey River Quilt Shoppe to be worth a visit, too. If you’re not, think it over first.

The man on my right was enjoying a basic breakfast made up of a couple of perfectly fried eggs, a sausage patty, some hash browns, and a biscuit. He was taking the weekend off from Cessna, where he tests cabin pressure. In response to my question about what that meant, he said he pumped air into fuselages to try to blow them up. He has succeeded twice during his years at the job. On one of them, someone had failed to attach a particular part. The culprit was actually the one who discovered what the problem was. He was not fired, but it must have been embarrassing. I’ll bet he was careful not to let another fuselage blow up because of that particular part.

She was at the counter with her daughter, who is a sophomore in high school in Emporia. The mother, who used to be an elementary science teacher, mentors public-school teachers in instruction techniques. She said that they found the Doo-Dah Diner through its internet rating as one of the top ten Wichita eating places. They were glad they sat at The Counter, where it was easy to meet other diners.

Smile, say “Howdy,” and start asking questions. You’ll be glad.


   Richard, Issue #9

   The new east Doo-Dah Diner appears to be doing well. There is considerably more seating room, but it is still smart to call ahead to get your name on the list. You may not park any closer to the door, but there is plenty of parking space. The Counter is a bit cozier, but, along with good conversation, it still affords a front-row seat for observing the cooking. The window between The Counter and the kitchen has a distinct advantage over the old one. You can see the faces of the cooks, so it is no longer necessary to learn to recognize them by their arms. Nor do you have to wait until one leans forward to flash one of your beautiful smiles and say “Hi.” You can time it to when he or she is looking his or her busiest and needs a break.

   The air force member on the counter stool to my right was flying back to San Jose, California that evening after spending the week working with a computer server at the air base. He showed me a picture of him and his wife and three children, who were, in chorus, savoring the word “cheese.”  While I was thinking how lucky he was, he was bemoaning how unlucky it was that he had not discovered the Doo-Dah Diner earlier in the week.

   He says his decisions in evaluating commercial buildings are subjective. That is how he makes his living. He came half way across the country to attend a property-tax convention. He was here three years ago for the same reason, and he was happy to have a chance to eat at the Doo-Dah Diner again.  His subjectivity may be allowing him to eat, but it seems to me that it has a serious flaw. It takes me ten minutes to get to the Doo-Dah Diner, and I get to go almost every day.

   He lives in Dallas, where he got his college degree in electrical engineering a couple of years ago. The FAA pays him to travel around the country helping airports to keep their electrical systems up to date. Before trying his first meal at the Doo-Dah Diner Counter, that was his main reason for being in Wichita for about six weeks.

   The forty-year-old was driving from Chicago to her home in Las Vegas. Her brother lives in the Windy City, so she makes the trip quite often and brings in some money as an electrician while she is there. She enjoys taking different routes, and this was her first time at the Doo-Dah Diner. She plans to come this way more often. The food was good, and she was pleased when the waitress, realizing what had happened, offered to put her leftovers into boxes for later. We had a very enjoyable conversation, so when she said she hoped to see me next time she comes through, I gave her my email address. If you are there, I’ll introduce you. You will like her.

   The young man was taking advantage of the opportunity to sit on the warm counter stool next to the kitchen before its disappearance during the remodeling. The Counter will stay, but the north end of it will make way for another passageway for the servers. After attending public school in Cunningham, which is 60 miles west of Wichita, he trained to become a fireman. A back injury ended that plan, so he went to Newman University and became a history teacher at a magnet school in Wichita. His fire-fighting education did not go to waste, however. He teaches a class in it at the school. As long as he moves around while he is standing, his back behaves itself. It complains if he sits too long. I later met a fire fighter at The Counter who said he worked with a former student of the teacher.


Smile, say “Good morning,” and start asking questions. You’ll be glad.


Richard, Issue 8

My niece and her cousin joined me for breakfast at The Doo-Dah Diner, where they experienced the pleasure of meeting some of the interesting people who find their way to The Counter. The endearing young couple next to us, who ordered Tanya’s Benny and Chicken and Waffles, were married one year ago at the ages of 31 and 28. That seems pretty young to be taking such a step, but they appeared to be mature for their age. He started life as an Okie, and she as a Texan. They have been living recently in Montana, where he was a fire fighter. She, after teaching seventh grade for a while, worked more recently as a nanny for the owners of the fire-fighting company. They had become acquainted with the Doo-Dah earlier when he was helping to build the Quik Trip on the other side of the freeway. When they are in Wichita, that is where they eat. Why look any further? The waitress remembered not only them, but what they liked to eat, as well. They were on their way to Stuart, Florida for a wedding. She was looking forward to the Florida sunshine after living in Montana. They own a sailboat in which they will live while they go on to Bermuda, and then south through the Caribbean Sea. They have adopted a life style of wandering wherever life takes them next. They live simply and work and save, when they must, to support it. They say it is not as expensive living on a boat as you might think. I don’t mind sharing my envy with you.

   The man on my left was about to drive his rental car to the airport, where he would take off for his home in Indianapolis.  He was here visiting relatives, one being a toddler whom he had addressed that morning by her first name followed by the syllables “Doo-Dah.” He is a Director of Christian Development in Asia, and he enjoys finding locally-owned restaurants when he is traveling. When his search on the internet found one named “Doo-Dah Diner,” it was like a divine message. Not only did he hit the jackpot, but he got the “Scrumptious Sunday Buffet” and a seat at The Counter to boot.

   He came from Virginia to run in the Prairie Fire Marathon Race the next morning at 7:30, October 14. The timing was just right for having the extra fun of doing it in the rain which was forecast along with mid-forties temperatures. He planned to take advantage of a beautiful sunny afternoon for walking to shop for a poncho to wear before the race. He said he would not need it once he started running. When I suggested that he forget the whole thing and wait for nicer weather, he pointed out that he could not do that after traveling halfway across the country for the event. His goal is to run in every state of the union. His age is 37, and this is his 37th state. He must have started at a very early age. As a business consultant, he was going to make a trip to Dallas while he was in the vicinity. His college training was in engineering, and he is retired from the air force. He wolfed down a whole Triple D breakfast (half orders of Tanya’s Benny, Banana Bread French Toast, and Crispy Corned Beef Hash) plus a biscuit with sausage gravy, which gave him away at first glance as a likely first timer at the Doo-Dah Diner. That should have given him enough energy to participate in two or three marathons.

    As she pointed out, when she heard that my birthday was coming up, she is exactly ½ century and ½ year younger than I. I can hardly wait for her to catch up. You would have fallen in love with her; I did. She plays cello in the Wichita Symphony. She makes the third Wichita Symphony cellist with whom I have become acquainted over the years. She says the symphony practices around 10 hours during the week preceding a concert. She teaches 30 cello students, mostly of middle and high school age. She has a couple younger and a couple older ones. She had a 15-year-old student who was accepted in the Wichita Symphony. She loves her work. She grew up in Montana and has lived in Wichita for about 14 years. She got her college education in Appleton, Wisconsin and Wichita State University. She sits at The Counter when she comes to the Doo-Dah Diner alone. How lucky I am that she does; she is a beautiful person and a delight to converse with.

Smile, say “Good morning,” and start asking questions. You’ll be glad.


Richard, Issue #7

It was about a year ago that the forty-year-old man scooted down from the other end of The Counter to comment on the first Counter Chat, which he had just read. Whatever he said must have been encouraging, because this is the seventh issue. It makes my day if I happen to see a grin break out on the face of someone reading one. I never did know quite what to call the blurbs until Timirie recently came up with “Counter Chats.” It seems to fit, and I like it. In the ensuing conversation he let it be known that he designed computer software for Wichita State University and for other contracted projects.  He was considering giving up the university work, because he could earn considerably more money elsewhere, and he was concerned about preparing for a possible family and for retirement. For altruistic reasons, though, he really did not want to discontinue the work he was doing at the university. We talked until after closing time, and when we left, he took a spin around the parking lot on my 24-speed Terratrike. I thought he rode quite well for a youngster.

   This was the third time at the Doo-Dah for the young fellow next to me. He was wearing one of those stylish baseball caps with the bill in the back. I wish they made them like that for older people, but I haven’t seen any. It would make it much easier to look up.  He has been driving a delivery truck at night for six years for Casey’s General Store. Casey’s has four locations in Wichita and six in our suburbs. They tend to build stores in small towns. It may surprise you to learn that, nation-wide, they have about three times as many stores as there are Quik Trips. Along with gasoline and groceries, they specialize in selling pizza. My new friend was having the “bat out of hell” meat loaf, which he thought was even better than his former favorite in one of the more expensive restaurants on the east side. I was trying the chicken fried chicken, which was recently added to the menu. You will like it.

   A couple of weeks later, I got a spot at The Counter next to the Kwik Shop District Manager for the state of Kansas. He verified the information about Casey’s in the preceding paragraph.

   This was my second time for having the pleasure of chatting with the 62-year-old woman who is retired from 33 years as Postmaster of Colwich (a portmanteau [use the word three times and it’s yours] derived from the Colorado and Wichita Railroad). Centered around 53rd St. North and 167th St. West, Colwich is a Wichita suburb which covers about 1.31 square miles, has approximately 1310 residents, and is 131 years old. She has spent the past year working with her sister to sell homes.  Her contacts are mainly people who know her.

   I talked to a young fellow who was leaving for his home in Las Vegas the next day. He was here as a mechanic on the F-16 Falcon Fighters being flown in the air show. I heard two or three of the planes flying over my house later and wanted to run out to take a look, but my 87-year-old legs have retired from running, and F-16s, which can fly at twice the speed of sound, are unable to wait around for walking. They had to settle for being listened to, which worked out fine for everybody.

   It was Tuesday. His two older sisters, ages 6 and 8, were in school. Their daddy, who loves to whistle at work and away, was working on the roof or siding of someone’s home. The 4-year-old and his mother were holding down the north end of The Doo-Dah Counter. He goes to pre-school three hours a day, so in order to be with him, she recently resigned from her job at Coleman, where she was involved in selling large amounts of products to Latin American countries. It was obvious that he came from a happy family. He brightened The Counter. You should have been there. When his two huge pancakes came, garnished with blueberries, his mother mentioned that blueberries, which he loves, were helpful with his asthma. Both his and her eyes lit up when the waitress brought him a cup of them. As you might guess, most of his breakfast went home with them in a supper box. His mother had figured out how, with little effort, to keep him happy for two or three more meals.


Richard, Issue #6

   The Doo-Dah Counter is well made. If it is only half filled, with everyone sitting toward one end, it does not tilt. Baffling as this may be to anyone who has sat on a teeter-totter, it may be explained by the same magnetism that draws only interesting people to its stools. These interesting people, along with the famous Doo-Dah meals, are what make The Counter so special. To take advantage, just smile, say, “Good morning,” and start asking questions. You’ll be glad. So will they.

   When I thought I heard a giggle from the man on my left, I checked, and, sure enough, there was a grin to go with it. It made my day. He was reading one of my Counter Chats. I learned that he was here from the Seattle area to coach a team made up of exceptional players from around the state of Washington. They were here to compete in the National Baseball Congress, which is located, for the 84th and last time, at Lawrence-Dumont Stadium. He had requested fried onions on his bologna and egg sandwich. It brought back memories of his childhood, and you could tell by the look on his face that they were pleasant ones. He arranged to bring about ten more people with him to the Doo-Dah the next day.

 I met a young man from Houston. He sells seismic data to gas and oil companies and comes to town three or four times a year. He has a son who is almost two years old and another baby on the way. He wishes he had brought his wife and son along on this trip before the boy reaches two years old and has to pay air fare. One of his customers is Murfin Drilling, Inc., the president of which I met at the Doo- Dah counter recently. I introduced that president to the teenager on my right who was in town from Kansas City for a baseball camp. While I leaned back out of their way, trying not to fall off the stool, the two of them had fun getting acquainted. (over)

   The charming woman who was dodging my left elbow, as she plucked at her chicken-fried steak,  manages three non-profit funds which award scholarships to top law students at Washburn, Notre Dame, and Kansas Universities. The purpose of the funds is to make it easier for graduates who would like to practice in the state of Kansas to do so. Thanks to the financial aid, they do not have to accept higher-paying work elsewhere in order to repay school loans. A recipient must have lived in Kansas ten years. This seems to be the criterion for having learned to enjoy the feel of the winds of the plains. She says the program has been quite successful, with 87% of the participants having settled here. You will not be surprised to hear that, after surveying restaurants within a 60-mile radius of Wichita, she declares the chicken-fried steak at the Doo-Dah Diner to be the best. The seasoning is just right, but the ratio of the breading to the meat was the cinching factor.

   The person on my left owned a company which designs airplane interiors. On the right was a man who was in charge of fabricating Grasshopper Mowers. I didn’t know such a thing existed. They range in price from about 5,000 to 52,000 dollars.

   The likable 30-year-old had tattoos even on his fingers. After having lived in Seattle, California, and Mexico, he now works at a health food store in Wichita, where he has family. He talked as if he had been through some hard times.  

   There are not as many birds as there used to be below the dam south of the Lincoln Street bridge on the river. That’s all right. It is worth the four-minute drive from the Doo-Dah Diner to observe even a few egrets, ducks, pigeons, gulls, geese, or maybe a blue heron or two, while listening to the roar of the waterfall. Drive south a half mile to Lincoln Street, head west a few blocks, turn south at the east end of the bridge, hook a right at the tracks, and you will find a place to park by the river. Next to the ramp on which kayaks and fish can change levels, there are two no-fishing signs which demark a favorite fishing area for both egrets and humans. If you are lucky, you may even get to count the cars on a train crossing the railroad bridge. It’s a relaxing spot to loll as dessert after savoring The Doo-Dah Counter.


Richard, Issue #5

       The woman on my right showed some interest when I told her that I have the privilege of writing the diary which is spread around the Doo-Dah Counter. She writes about education for The Wichita Eagle. I mentioned the last item of the first issue, because it is about Matt Bogart, the star of Thoroughly Modern Millie at the Century II Concert Hall last year. He is back for Guys and Dolls this week (the end of June.) While she and I were conversing, Matt came up from his table to greet me. It was a pleasure to learn that he remembered me from last year. It was an even greater delight when he invited me to join him at The Counter for breakfast the next morning. Both the reporter and the server Laura, who drives The Doo-Dah Counter, took a picture of the two of us and sent me a copy. It was an unfair photo, because, although his face is that of a musical star, it is unable to boast the lines of maturity which mine has acquired in an additional 40 years. There was a rather long line waiting outside the door when The Diner opened Saturday morning at 8 o’clock, but seating was immediate for everyone.

      We sat at The Counter where, thanks to my pokey eating habits, we got acquainted with two different young men who took turns sitting to my right. Both were here from faraway places on aircraft business, and both seemed to enjoy being a part of the conversation. I learned that, along with being a star on Broadway and off, Matt has participated in two dozen musicals in Wichita. In my ignorance, I did not know at first that Matt was a star on the stage. I took to him, as you would, because he is one of these people whom you cannot help but like.

      The 28-year-old at The Counter works for Universal in Florida. He is in Wichita to coordinate with Chance Manufacturing on the creation of a ride to be used in a new amusement park in China. It is his job to see that the park gets built. He has previously lived in California and worked for Disney. When asked what kind of ride Chance was making, his only response was that it was “awesome.” He apparently wants to surprise us. (over)

      The husky New Mexican who sported a big black cowboy hat, no longer rides bulls. That is for younger people whose bones knit more quickly. He owns and manages the bull-riding show which was to take place at the Intrust Bank Arena that evening. It has been seen in 32 states and in countries as far away as Brazil and Australia. He provides the bulls for the contestants. His North Carolinian lunch companion with the baseball cap is the announcer for the shows. Their Triple D fare, half orders of three of the most popular breakfast items, Banana Bread French Toast, Crispy Corned Beef Hash, and Tanya's Benny, plus a biscuit with sausage gravy, gave them away as probable first-timers at The Doo-Dah Counter. Their hotel had sent them there.

      It was her second time at the Doo-Dah Diner Counter, and she was able to relish the second half of a breakfast burrito, but she had to ask for a to-go box for the first half. She will spend two more weeks in Wichita to complete residency in her family-medicine training, which has taken eleven years. She chose family practice because of the variety. Her plans are to specialize in hospitalized adult patients in Oklahoma City. Having been interested in artistic painting all her life, she made her first attempt at doing one herself last night. I was so impressed with the result, that she gave the picture to me. I felt quite honored. When I suggested that she might have to forget about being a doctor and become an artist, she explained how she could do both. As a doctor in a hospital, she will work just every other week. That gives her twenty-six weeks a year to paint if she wants to.

     Have you ever had breakfast with the city manager of Wakeeney, Ks, population 1800? Well, I have. I timed it just right at The Doo-Dah Counter one day. He was eating a waffle with chicken and chocolate syrup. He came to Wichita with his wife, who, as a member of the Wakeeney school board, was attending a conference at Century II. He was looking forward to bringing her to the Doo-Dah buffet the next day. For 21 years he has enjoyed the variety of problems that present themselves to a city manager.

Smile, say, “Good morning,” and start asking questions. You’ll be glad.


     Richard, Issue #4

The charming woman on my right was sitting at The Counter next to her son, who is in Wichita for four months as a TV cameraman. He lives in Los Angeles. She lives in North Carolina, where she is retired from teaching small homeless children. Since Wichita is only half as far as Los Angeles, she had to take the short hop to see her son. When you are driving an RV, you can not afford to pass up the savings on gasoline for 2500 miles. The man on my left moved four years ago from his native France to Harlem, where he teaches French. He is in Wichita as part of an extended tour of Frank Lloyd Wright’s architecture. He is such a fan of the well-known American architect of the last century, that he gave the impression that that was the reason he moved to the USA. I introduced my three Counter companions, and I’m glad they enjoyed each other, but have you ever tried eating while leaning back on a backless stool so that the people on both sides of you can carry on a conversation?

     The man at The Counter greeted me when I sat down between him and the couple on my left, with whom he was conversing. He asked my age, and I told him to guess. He politely guessed three years too low. Then he asked me to guess his age. Whatever age he was, he was slender and was holding it well. Thinking that he must be several years older than he looked, I guessed 72. He was 70. Aargh! Well, it was encouraging to see again that I am not too old to learn, or at least to be reminded to think before opening my mouth. His hometown is St. John, Ks., which is about half way between Pratt and Great Bend. He moved to the west side of Wichita in 1981, where he has been working as a financial adviser. This was his first time at the Doo-Dah, and he plans to come back. He brightened The Counter for those around him. The man on my left was also there for the first time, but the woman with him had been there a time or two before. His eyes lit up when I told him about the Sunday buffet. 

    Don’t you love it when you find someone who can bring out your best in a conversation? My sister-in-law in California, with whom I communicate by email, is one of those people. Unfortunately, it is unlikely that you will ever have the pleasure     of running into her at the Doo-Dah Counter, so I gave her an imaginary invitation to the Sunday buffet. I suspect that she just cannot imagine how good that Doo-Dah pork belly is. She changed the subject after only a dozen ensuing short emails:                                                                                    

“Top of the morning to you! Looks as if Friday was a beautiful day in Wichita.” “Top o' the morning to you, too. Do you want to go to the Doo-Dah buffet this morning?” “Sure!” “How did you like the pork belly and grits?” “Awful, but coffee was good! 🤪” “You're joking, aren't you? I've never known anyone who tasted the pork belly at the Doo-Dah Diner and didn't like it.” “Now you do!!” “Could it possibly have been those good grits that you didn't like? Did you taste the pork belly separate from the grits?” “Yep - NASTY” “Everyone else with whom I have discussed the pork belly thinks it is TASTY. Was it the fat that bothered you, or did you actually not like the taste?” “Both! Btw have you tried it?” “Yes, I savor a slice from the buffet every Sunday.  You would really like it if you really tried it. Just delete the word ‘belly’ from your mind and think ‘pork.’ ”