You know that feeling when you bite into something so perfect that time stops, angels sing, and suddenly everything makes sense?
That’s what happens at Gus’s Diner in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin, where the humble hash brown has been elevated to an art form that would make Edward Hopper weep into his coffee cup.
The gleaming chrome exterior of Gus’s Diner catches your eye from the road like a beacon of nostalgia, a shimmering mirage of simpler times when breakfast was considered the most important meal of the day and nobody counted calories before noon.
As you pull into the parking lot, the classic checkerboard trim running along the building’s edge signals you’ve arrived somewhere special – a place where smartphones feel oddly out of place and conversation still reigns supreme…