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Heartville's Menu


Café, Eatery or Bistro... On the whole, their brightly-lit, colourfully flashing 'welcome-signs' serve as modern samples of sometimes age-old delectable processes kept secret, to keep hungry choosy patrons returning for more, and as often as possible. No two are alike in character, and each one boasts the domination of generous portions of their delightful secretly guarded home-made gravies, choice selection of appetisers, and unforgettable tempting desserts. Whatever it is that magnetises us towards them, they just prepare it better... And of course, then there are the heart-warming hosts... the 'other' ingredient to a mouthwatering experience, that keeps us going back...


While the blinding yellow-and-red pulsing neon signs were fast pulling peckish families away from the main road through Heartville, with their 'Two for the price of one' - 'Saturday Dinner Specials!' and 'Upsize Now - And Win! - A handful of starving locals and one or two peckish out-of-towners, who were 'just passing through', who were not the 'cheap franchised food in a box' - 'get a toy with your burger' - or 'just fried chips' - supporters. These connoisseurs, seldom bothered even a stare in the direction of these so-called modern dinnertime marvels. Actually, come to think of it, it was normally, much like tonight...

The day Before...

"Well they could do better. The place is worth nothing as it is".


"What the hell was that!?" Victoria was rudely awakened from her slumber as result of the soft rain that peppered the slow-driving vehicle's roof and the hypnotic repetitive sweeping sound of the windscreen wipers.

"Sorry for that. It's was stones that were flung up from the shoulder of the road. Sorry angel".


"Bloody biker! I had the hazard lights on for two kilometres to show him to slow down, then eventually pulled into the emergency lane to allow him to pass. Reckless devil!"

"Road Sign: Heartville's Diner 200 meters ahead".

"Mom... Dad... you're not serious...!? The ravenous and most annoyed 13-year old Bertrand twins exclaimed from the dim comfort of back seat - blanketed in a blueish haze - as their mobile phones advertised their shocked expressions. Their luxurious rental SUV had just paused their holiday trip, by clicking its indicator as it slowed down. It unexpectedly pulled off from the saturated main road and onto the loose crackling gravel, which was indiscriminately spaded out to cover some deeper potholes, which decorated the small unmarked dirt parking area. Ahead of them through the pouring rain, the vehicle lights touched down on what appeared a dire looking establishment. Even in the rain it was obvious that it could do with a bit more than mere TLC. A single faint globe hung precariously from a knotted extension cord - leading into a window left ajar - and had been trying unsuccessfully, in desperate flickers - aided by a loose connection, attempting to light-up an unevenly screwed-down chalked sign, on a worn wooden post near the front door- "Heartville's Diner".

"Well we're basically already out-of-town guys... and if you two had torn yourselves from your cell phones earlier, you would have noticed the insane queues at all the drive-troughs and road-houses, plus, it's a holiday... Let's try something different. Something that's not hurriedly wrapped in paper and squeezed into a box, shall we?" John eyed them lazying on the wide back-seat, then turned forward and spied out past the anxiously sweeping windscreen wipers. The depressing diner seemed quiet for an early evening, and he wondered if noticing the signboard 200 meters before on the road-side, wasn't maybe a mistake. He knew his boys too well, and that they were probably already staring back at their phones - oblivious to his defending his choice.

"Babe, it's 7pm, and we're the only ones in the parking area... well us, and that chromed motorcycle parked over by the door..." Victoria deliberately motioned with her eyes, attempting to change his mind...

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