Twelve tables, two booths, staff of three: Frank on the grill Merla waiting table Mrs. on the register. Weekends the wait is an hour or more but early weekdays you can usually get in quick. Frank hovers over the smoking flat-top like a symphony conductor each order taking up its little area a big wedge of hashbrowns down one edge perpetually replenished bacon and sausage cooking in the side broiler. Merla glides through like an ice skater pitcher of water and pot of coffee in perpetual motion, plates stacked across her arm. Mrs sits watching like a chickenhawk.