Our First Snow and Ruth’s Diner
December is almost here and I find myself pleasantly unstressed by the holidays. I have been trying to slow down and enjoy the season a little bit more. Have been watching some Christmas movies gradually (which always includes of course “Christmas Vacation” – I know, so irreverent) and baking cookies as I want to, not out of obligation to give a plate of goodies to everyone I know (that will pile up next to 15 other gifts of sweets they will receive), but just as I get a hankering. It’s been nice – a good change for me.
Seth and I took a couple hours yesterday (our first day of snow in the valley) to go have breakfast up Immigration Canyon at Ruth’s Diner. This place is known for its mile high breakfast bisquits and hour long wait on a Saturday morning. It is the seco
nd oldest restaurant in SLC and quite a landmark actually. Back in her day, Ruth was an irreverent, saucy lady who also ran a brothel across from her restaurant downtown in the 1930’s – a churchgoing Mormon lady she was not. The restaurant was moved into
a trolley car and found it’s way up the canyon eventually to stay. Before Ruth died sometime in the 1980’s at the ripe old age of 94, someone went to visit her and was horrified to find a gun under one of her couch cushions. After the guest shrieked that the gun was loaded, Ruth calmly replied “Well, it wouldn’t do me much good empty, now would it?”
