10 p.m. Friday and Saturday. The Friday night hostess is a motherly type who probably bakes awesome cakes at home. Her province is a sunny, cream-colored dining room filled with folks who smile and nod as they enter and leave, and who peep to see what your dinner looks like.
Prices are pretty nostalgic, too.
Fridays it's Fried Chicken or Baked Ham, Turkey and Dressing, Chicken Salad or Chipped BBQ, fixed for here or to-go. These come plated with three sides, picked from a bevy of 20 veggies, soups and salads. It's all sort of like the Market Diner was, in the days before the Diner went buffet. Till dinner, anyway. Then, a monster 103-item menu drops the country accent like a hot rutabaga and gets it going with seafood and steaks.