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| - Service: Diner. Interior: Dirty diner. Food: Let's say, "ambitious diner." Prices: See Food.
The orange juice was terrible, but my "Turbo" sandwich was fantastic. It's a fried egg on English muffin, with cheddar, garlic aioli, and your choice of sauteed wild mushrooms, strip bacon, or peameal. I got mine with the mushrooms, and could not have been happier with the sandwich. That's good because the potatoes were average, the green salad was average, and the strip bacon on the side was terrible (limp and flavorless).
While I was sitting there, some young guys started to assemble in a corner booth and I thought to myself, "Jesus, is this a hipster convention?" I swear to god, they all looked identical, straight out of the guidebook. Then, I kid you not, this older balding dude shows up and starts interviewing them. Apparently they were a band! Seven of them! With an album coming out the next day. I didn't catch the name (or any autographs, haha). What a wretched cliche. Of course they did not order breakfast, just coffee and water. But twice they made Jagermeister jokes while I rolled my eyes. Actually my eye muscles got a lot of exercise during that half-hour.
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