On a drizzly, dark December night, I followed the neon lights zipping around the building of Dub's Place. Like a moth to a flame, I walked into the 1950s-era diner under the sign that proclaims, "Shakes, Malts, Sundies" to all those who pass on Dayton Boulevard. The glass block windows on the corners of the restaurant emit a warm, yellow glow. Inside, the dining room is filled with chrome plated tables and chairs, old license plates and framed newspaper articles. Read Lyric's full story at the link in our bio. Photo by Lyric Lewin / The half packed patty nestled with tater tots sits on the table at Dub's Place, along with a grilled cheese sandwich and two delicious chocolate milkshakes.