I’ll be honest, food is what I think about least when I come here. I don’t have a 
personal favorite. Sometimes I want something healthy, so I’ll get a garden burger. Sometimes I want something good so I’ll get a pastrami on rye. If it’s on the soups of the day, I’ll get a split pea. My brothers and my dad have their favorites. My dad likes a good cheeseburger and and one of my brothers will always copy him while the other one gets cup of chicken noodle and some buffalo chicken wings (which I will try to swipe from him while he isn’t looking). But it doesn’t quite matter. It all tastes good in a place like this.
The open kitchen, which remains a staple of diner design, served as an immediate display of cleanliness and a method of appeasing attendees that despite its old nickname, “greasy spoon,” the diner itself wasn’t cheap.