Buttermilk Pancakes, Side of Prophecy: Modern Fantasy

The question was easy. The answer was easy. Making it happen--wasn't. She sat in the diner, slowly stirring the cold coffee with her spoon, watching the patterns the cream, half-curdled, formed on the surface. She'd known the questions she wanted to ask. She'd known the place to go to ask them. She'd been surprised at how easy the answer was. Just place your order when the middle-aged waitress who looked like her feet hurt came by, and you'd get a cold cup of coffee with a side of the future. She also ordered the short stack of pancakes, but that was just because she hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before, when she'd realized she couldn't keep going any further, and she'd decided--

Inspiration: Already, I have forgotten. A stray fragment of a thought.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I don't know what this story's about, but I like the setting so much. This would seem to lend itself to interlinked short stories, but it would be more interesting to do something like this as a novel. Make the setting work extra hard, instead of going for the easy thing. Also, look at that title! That's a great title!