This is one of those old-time places you didn't think existed anymore. Walking through the door takes you into this strange 50s inspired world of pink walls, tacky artwork (portraits of trucks and James Dean with LED lights in them), a jukebox full of depressing country music and a few lonely souls sucking back coffee with grim looks on their faces. There was a cowboy mopping the floor, laughing through his mustache and there was a toy train circling high above the diner. It is all pleasantly bizarre.
The food was great. Just as you'd expect it to be. We had breakfast around midnight and it was delicious. Great eggs, real strips of bacon and sausage, good toast and you can even get a beer to go with it. The waitress was wearing pink hospital scrubs which she said they made her wear, but the service was excellent. She was quick and attentive.
The only thing annoying about the place was the guy who was sitting and staring into the distance with his cup of coffee. When he heard us talking about the jukebox, he jumped up and fed it enough change to keep his depressing new country tunes going all night. It was terrible. He was obviously distraught about something and I suppose a few bucks on the jukebox saves a few hundred in psych bills and medication, so we let him have his shit songs.
Anyway, if you're looking for real, truck stop/diner food, Blackfoot Restaurant is the best in town, complete with the ambiance that goes with it.