Don't get me wrong, the morning after a night out, my feet automatically brings me to this diner for an awesome greasy breakfast feast.
It's a hit-or-miss with the service, sometimes it's great, sometimes it's awful. One weekend the service is flawless, the other times my toast is burnt and my eggs are wrong...but I can't stop going to this place.
Also, FYI, they have a wicked corn-beef hash breakfast. Try it with the fruit shake and your hangover won't matter anymore because you'll be too happy with the bursts of flavours in your mouth.