pastry chef who worked under Keller, blah blah blah, signs from the original 1940s diner, blah blah blah, also been blogged to death, blah, blah blah, blah blah blah.

is it REALLY that good? no man, it smells like a greasy diner. if you stand within the confines long enough, you’ll smell the beef and eggs and it’ll make you wanna barf instead of hungry. Dunno how J Gold was able to do a review here since he hates eggs… don’t go thinking it’s Jar / Campanile / AMMO and you’ll come out happy as a bird. I did.

what you need to know:

  • * don’t come on the weekends for brunch, the lines are heinous.
  • * don’t come without sporting your temporary tattoos.
  • * do come if you & your say-no-to-prop-8 partner really need to eat somewhere in DTLA
  • * they LOOOVE avocados here (BLT evolved into BLT”A”vocado)
  • * the cokes are from Mexico.
  • The Nickel.
    somewhere in DTLA’s historic core, next to a crackhouse?
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