I am a Denny's Brat, my dad was manager of a Denny's in Carmel California and I literally grew up in Denny's.
When I was 7 years old my dad left the Denny's and took a job working in nuclear plants,that kept us moving around allot, and everywhere we went we ended up at Denny's,during every phase of moving...
Pack up the house = go to Denny's (because everything is getting sent ahead and we have no plates ect...)
Drive to new town = stop at Denny's at least twice on the way.
Get to new house = go to Denny's (because nothing is unpacked and nobody wants to cook anyway)
Meeting new friends = go to Denny's (where else is the new kid supposed to go?)
On and on this went,until I moved out on my own, now I go to Denny's because there is nothing else to do in this town,and nowhere else to go.
I would probably be there now except I am broke.
Some people get homesick for a state, or a town, I get homesick for Denny's.It's very sad, I am there so much the manager has given me a ride home (and he knew where I live,without having to tell him) the staff not only know me by my nickname,but I have walked in and gotten phone messages.
They remembered my birthday when nobody else did, and if I go to long without going to Denny's they call me to make sure I am ok.
They even let me get up and go get my own coffee.
Denny's Rats beware, this could happen to you.