Who's at Eat-Rite In the Middle of the Night?

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PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

An overnight shift at the Eat-Rite Diner downtown can be, let's say, anthropologically rich, an idea we explored in this week's feature about the three nights at the St. Louis mainstay.

Not surprisingly, after pulling three all-nighters, we had more material than we could possibly use. Here are some sentence fragments we jotted down, and some mugshots we managed to snap.

(Note: The people in these photos do not necessarily have any connection to the quotations we've included here. Although some of them do ....)

"You have no idea who I am."

"Don't you touch my fucking ketchup."

PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

"It's a slutty world out there."

"I come here religiously. This is where I pray to bacon."

PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

"You took my bingo money!"

"I dance with 15-20 women per night. Nobody can dance like me because I make my own dance."

PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

"I don't even know this girl."

"Whose side are you on?"

PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

"Well I probably shouldn't do this. But I'm gonna do it."

"Why do I feel like this food is making me drunker?"

PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

"My sister talks like a mouse."

"He's the reigning toilet dart champion."

PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

"You gotta remember: Germs mutate."

"She's my Trojan horse."

PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

"I had a question about the first 50 pages: Did he get his dick cut off?"

"We gotta get outta here, we're going to the titty bars."

PHOTO BY NICHOLAS PHILLIPS
  • Photo by Nicholas Phillips

See also: When It's 4 a.m., Go to Eat-Rite Diner for a Slinger -- or a Reason to Love St. Louis Again

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