There's something weirdly wonderful about diners, something quintessentially American that feeds our imaginations. It's no accident that Barry Levinson chose a diner as the centerpiece of his cinematic tale of lost youth in 1950s Baltimore. Diners are like keyholes to the past. They're iconic emblems of the neon night. They speak to our transient nature. You can hardly eat in one without getting an overwhelming desire to hotwire a convertible and wage a tri-state crime spree.
So hop in, pilgrims, and buckle-up, as we take a virtual spin to some of Baltimore's most significant diners.


