“Mom, isn’t there something wrong with this diner?” I spin on the high leatherette counter stool, taking in the mirrored,overlit surfaces, the display case of cheesecakes and baklava, glossy fruit pies and multilayered cakes, the mostly empty booths and tables.“Overdone? Too much?” “No,” Sylvie murmurs. “Just something... off? I don’t know. Kind of... fake?” “Inauthentic? … Continue reading Unconvincing