When I was a kid, eating out at a diner was a treat. We used to take weekend trips to the tiny town of Wellsboro, Pennsylvania, which was about a four-hour drive from our house just outside of Philadelphia. We went for basically one reason (from my perspective anyway): to eat at the Wellsboro Diner. We loved their patty sausage with tons of sage and their perfect hash browns.

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