GLEN MILLS: Ruby's Diner gave us shelter from the storm

In Ray Bradbury's 1950 short story "The Long Rain," a group of astronauts are exploring Venus, where it rains constantly. They are searching desperately for a Sun Dome, which Bradbury describes like this:
"A yellow house, round and bright as the sun. A house fifteen feet high by one hundred feet in diameter, in which was warmth and quiet and hot food and freedom from rain. And in the center of the Sun Dome, of course, was a sun. A small floating free globe of yellow fire, drifting in space at the top of the building where you could look at it from where you sat, smoking or reading a book or drinking your hot chocolate crowned with marshmallow dollops."
Ruby's Diner on Route 1 in Glen Mills was our Sun Dome on Saturday evening. You'll recall that it was pouring all day; in fact, there was a flood watch. We wanted to see "Jurassic World" at the Painter's Crossing AMC cinema, but apparently so did everyone else, as every showing was sold out. (A attorney friend speculates that the movie's popularity has something to do with the fact that lawyers get devoured by velociraptors.)
Because we had planned to dine inside the movie theater, we had to completely rethink our evening. And due to a comical failure of communication about parking lot logistics, I was soaking wet.
We drove around the Painter's Crossroads area and saw that the nearby chain restaurants were all packed -- Carrabba's, Texas Roadhouse, PF Chang's. Ruby's looked manageable in comparison. We parked, dashed through the rain, and were greeted by the gleaming white tables and counters.
It was so pleasant just sitting there in the Sun Dome drying off while watching the parking-lot trees whipping around in the wind and rain.
If you haven't been there, the place has a 1940s "classic diner" theme. The menu offers burgers, sandwiches and milkshakes. I had fun watching the employees, who seem to put on their period mannerisms along with their uniforms: one fellow was gracefully flipping his tray, another cocked his white peaked hat at a rakish angle, and a third was surveying the restaurant, with his fingertips planted on the counter, like he owned the place (think Doc in "West Side Story").
Our sandwiches were tasty -- I particularly liked the onion rings -- but we didn't save room for those amazing-looking milkshakes crowned with whipped cream dollops. Foolish!