This is the diner I was looking for when I was travelling across the country. A place that time forgot. A time traveler's dream. Where the clock is literally stopped dead, and lying on its side. Where the radios lining the wall haven't worked for decades. Where the people have never heard of yelp (gasp).
We came for here for breakfast and I got the breakfast pocket, which was more of a breakfast sandwich. The sandwich was pretty much what you'd expect, greasy, with much too much aoili, but otherwise pretty good. The hash-browns had sweet potatoes mixed in, which gave it a bit of color and flavor. The orange juice was freshly squeezed (at least we were told). Overall, the meal was a bit too heavy (or hearty, depending on how you look at it) for me.
The conversations were lively and friendly, if that's what you're into. A little back and forth between the cook and the customers to make the meal go down smoother. (Is that a saying?).