Even with good food, sometimes service can be the difference between a 3 and a 4. My mom and I were looking for a place to have lunch after a busy day closing our house for sale last week. Mentally, we were exhausted. It was an odd time of day, just after two in the afternoon. I hadn’t eaten anything yet. I was starving and in the mood for breakfast. The massive menu was pretty typical of any Jersey Diner—not that I am complaining. I noticed a section of stuffed French Toast and decided that is what I was going to get.
Without any emotion whatsoever, the waitress took our order. I got the banana stuffed French Toast while my mom got the one with Nutella. About fifteen minutes later, our meals hit the table. They were impressive and delicious looking. Two thick slices of Challah bread with grilled to a slight crisp, stuffed with bananas, and topped with whipped cream and wet walnuts. Add some butter and syrup to that and the result was a dangerous, succulently sweet, dessert-like breakfast meal. My mom enjoyed hers as well.
Upon setting the plates down, that was the last time the waitress came over. She literally put on a jacket and walked out of the restaurant through the back. Wanting a refill on coffee, I stared around looking for someone. There were two people behind the counter and another doing book-work by the register. Finally, another waitress pleasantly came over with a refill. She was nicer than our main waitress who emerged some time later with a notebook. I think she was taking inventory. After we finished, we sat there for 20 minutes. No one came over with a check or to ask how it was. Mind you, we were now the only table in the restaurant at this point.
You can read the thrilling finale to this review here.