Just take a half-step inside the shiny, chrome doors and see how Midnight Diner came to rest on Carson/Tryon. Uhhh....not so much hammer-and-nail here, but how about a nice trip down the highway on the back of a semi-truck? Sure. Rad. Pretty rad indeed.
Churning out pancakes, waffles, hashbrowns, omelets, and burnt coffee like they're going out of style, Midnight Diner is a haven for late-night carbloaders from all corners of Crown Town. If you're showing up for a 5-star meal, you might want check yourself at the door. It's a diner through and through. Low ceiling, cushy booths, counter seating, jukebox, old waiters, waitresses, line cooks. Like a Norman Rockwell. Just great.
You'll most likely walk out smelling like a mixture of vegetable oil and bad coffee, but sometimes pancakes are the only thing that will satiate an all-night rage before you hit the sack.
I'm especially fond of the hashbrowns that come "smothered, scattered, and chunked." Cheese, onions, and ham. Also, biscuits and gravy in this joint are spot on.
Glad that Midnight Diner is around and keeping Charlotte's nightlife well-fed with good ol' "brinner."