In the neighborhood I grew up in, there was a small Diner in the Drug Store. They did not serve alcohol but cooked some MIGHTY tasty steaks to go with eggs. I remember it well. ALL of the Waitresses were at least 60 years old and a Cook who rarely spoke. I remember awesome slaw dogs there. USUALLY, I was in there with my Mom or Grandfather for them to drop off mail or packages at the tiny Post Office there and then bug them to check out all the penny candies. But I always smelled delicious steak.
