Tucson harbors a time machine disguised as a restaurant, and locals aren’t keeping it secret anymore.
Little Anthony’s Diner has Arizonans putting serious mileage on their odometers just for a taste of their legendary comfort food and a splash of neon-lit nostalgia that hits harder than their hand-spun milkshakes.
The building itself stands as a beacon of bygone Americana – its gleaming white exterior and curved signage visible from down the block, like a Hollywood set designer’s perfect vision of 1950s roadside dining.
Those vintage gas pumps stationed out front aren’t merely decorative props but sentries standing guard at the gateway to an era when rock ‘n’ roll was young and American optimism came served with a side of fries…