One of my favorite things ever is to sit in a diner with a cup of coffee and a notebook and record whatever comes into my head. (See my posts “The magic of diner booths” and “Community and creativity in mundane retail spaces.”)
Diners are especially comforting to me on the road. You spend so much time in motion, it’s nice to sit still and let the world move around you. To catch your breath and catch up with yourself.
The food doesn’t hurt, either. (This is Pam’s Farm House, outside of Raleigh, NC.)