A Tribute To Denny’s

It’s the simple things that make our life complete and worth living. The moment we lose track, forget or become unappreciative of our blessed fortunes, we are no better than animals themselves.

This is a tribute to one of America’s most cherished after-party dining facilities. With a peak rush hour of roughly 2:00am, it’s the place where all insomniacs, partygoers and avid rapists alike can go to enjoy a hearty meal at a fair price.

It’s late; you and your friends just got out of a movie, a club, or you simply have nothing to eat except plain cereal and no milk. You are all starving. But you know better than take them to the drive through again… because last time you had five people eat in your car, you couldn’t get that Del Taco aroma to extinguish even after 6 weeks. And what about that damn hot sauce you can taste every time you try and adjust your driver side seat? The crumbs in between your seatbelt gadget and those bits of dried chicken forsaken in those hard to reach areas? That whole bean burrito you swear is stuck somewhere every time you turn on the air conditioner.

Denny’s comes to the rescue. A place where you can sit, relax and play with straws. A place where you can order all types of food with the confidence of utmost quality and taste (usually). A place where you can leave your girl and waltz to the bathroom. A place where you can tell them to hold to the onions and bring on the ranch. A place where you can leave a $5 tip and still feel like a baller. With ingenuity such as “per seat billing” receipts and a cheesecake to die for, Denny’s has proven it’s integrity not only in our communities, by putting up some heart-felt posters (because really, have you ever seen them have another other proof?), but in our lives, by slowing down our fast paced nights and days with a little touch of heaven.

No matter what, why or where… everyone always finds themselves at Denny’s. It’s about damn time we salute not only the multi-billion dollar corporation behind those six golden letters, but also the man behind it who apparently has no name-relation to the joint.

In 1953, Harold Butler founded Danny’s Donuts in Lakewood, California. It pocketed a mean $120,000 in it’s first year which left plenty of room for changes and growth. That following year, entrepreneur Harold Butler moved sandwiches and other entrées to the, now renamed, Danny’s Coffee Shop menu. Five more years of successful business and profit, Danny’s Coffee Shop renames itself to Denny’s Restaurant for a pyraid of fame and success to follow. Denny’s is currently 1600 restaurants strong, while employing 27,000 lovely minorities to take our drink orders. God Bless Denny’s and their kind soul.

So, Dear Mr. Harold Butler, this is a tribute to you, the man behind our late night munchies and “Sampler” cravings. The man with a vision and knowledge that “Denny’s” was a better selling name than “Harold’s”. Although our country’s unity may be in doubt, our future uncertain and our stand against gay marriage still not straightened out, at least we have comfort in knowing that no matter the time or our race and ethnicity we have a place where everyone knows your name to eat.

God Bless you Harold.

Adieu. Navid.