Triple D. Those are some big ass burgers.
The man who greets you often upon entering is surly, sometimes rude, and sometimes audibly a dick to his staff. I presume this is Dan. A note to Dan: Most of the time I like your style and find you funny. Your bitchy signs are amusing, but rolling your eyes when customers are confused isn't cool. I've been here many times so I know the drill, but not everyone does, and don't you want them to return/say nice things about you? Even an institution like yours isn't immune to what a negative reputation can do to it in ever-changing Riverdale/Leslieville.
The drill: Enter, order at the counter and pay up front, then go take a seat in one of the car-seat booths and wait for your order to be brought to you.
Some people find the car seats dingy, I disagree. It's some seriously cozy eating.
The glorious diner food is the tops. If grading on food alone I'd give this joint five stars. It does what it does ruhl well. Cheese burgers piled high and greasy. Poutine on thick cut fries. Greek meat options. Perogies deep fried or poutine style. Want an egg on any of this? No. Problem.
PEPPER POINTS: They deliver in the east end.