Have you ever wanted something to eat, and couldn’t make sense of it? Or, have you ever craved a meal, but regardless of where or who cooked it, it just was not right? Well, look no further, because Frost Dinner in Warrenton, Virginia has your back with home style meals.
In Fauquier County, about 100 miles north of Richmond, lies a silver tin diner known as Frost Diner. Cars, trucks, and hoopties are parked in the parking lot as people rush in and out of the doors of the diner, seeming exceptionally satisfied with their meals. I have eaten there numerous times, and I can recall the deliciousness of the food. Despite customers’ seemingly happy attitudes and my previous memories, I had to see for myself if Frost Dinner lived up to their reputation and my memories.
As soon as we walked into the diner, we were welcomed by a waitress nodding her head, saying, “Hello” with a handful of dishes as she passed us, heading towards the kitchen. Waiting to be seated, my mom and I glanced around, as it brought back memories of late night dinners with my aunts and uncles after watching football games at nearby Liberty High School. “It hasn’t changed,” my mom said as we waited to be seated. The diner was fairly small but big enough to pack all of their customers. It was fixed with silver tin all throughout the inside of the diner, as well on the outside. The booths were faded and worn out but located by the windows, giving a view of the town’s main street.
The restaurant has the feel and look of a classic 1950s diner, with an open grill and counter surrounding it. “You can sit anywhere,” says a girl with brown hair as she cleans the counter. We began to walk to a corner booth, as they were the only seats not occupied by anyone. I sat down and waited patiently, remembering the Friday nights that my aunts and uncles would gather in the corner of the restaurant, connecting tables, making room for everybody. My cousins and I would find ourselves in the corner booth, eavesdropping on adult conversations and telling jokes about each other, trying to see who was the funniest. We would sit for hours chatting and stuffing our faces with huge, crispy pancakes and sipping on hot chocolate.
Conversations and the clinking of dishes filled the room as we waited for our short stacks to arrive. A few minutes later, our food came out warm and smelling delicious. I ordered pancakes with fried eggs and bacon, and my mom ordered pancakes with potatoes and toast.
I buttered my short stacks and poured some syrup and dug in. To my surprise, the pancakes weren’t what I expected. The edges weren’t crispy, and the inside was a little undercooked. Disappointed, I pushed the plate to the side and continued with my eggs and bacon. The eggs were cooked perfectly, but the bacon was thin and burnt. When asked how her potatoes were, my mom replied that she “liked them very much.”
Photos by Gabby Spurlock, unless otherwise noted.