There’s a place in San Diego where time travels at the speed of a spinning vinyl record, and calories don’t count if you’re smiling wide enough.
Welcome to Corvette Diner, where the 1950s never ended, they just got better with age – like your favorite leather jacket or that one relative who still uses phrases like “keen” and “daddy-o” without a hint of irony.
In a world of sleek, minimalist eateries with names that sound like rejected passwords, this neon-soaked wonderland refuses to whisper when it can shout, and boy, does it have something to shout about.
When you first approach the building in San Diego’s Liberty Station area, the modest exterior gives little hint of the sensory explosion waiting inside…