John T.
Yelp
It's a diner but I am high maintenance. I like for my diners to hop on one foot and call me 'Cutey.' Not really. Well, sometimes. The point is, I can accept diners for what they are and I don't expect more. If you put out there that you _can_ do more, however, I'm'a expect you to man up. WRC, sorta, boyed up.
I came and sat in a booth (point). The veteran waitress smiled and gave me grapefruit juice (point). The locals looked strung out (point). I was prepared to get my usual (pancakes and eggs) when I noticed a sparkling delicacy: gyro omelet.
"Hmm," I thought, "an omelet with lamb, onions, tomatoes and wickywicky sauce? That sounds delicious! I must try it!!"
Well, what I received was a large omelet with brown meat sticking out of every side. "Not everything can be pretty (looks lovingly into a mirror). Taste it what's important. I can't wait to savor those veggies and slickyricky sauce. Mmm."
No. It was a large, dry omelet with brown meat sticking out of every side. I don't know what made this a gyro omelet. Maybe the grill cook's name is gyro. I'm confused. I learned a lesson: don't try to be cute and order something 'exotic' at an old-school diner. The WRC should have learned a lesson as well, however: don't offer something if you're not willing to commit to it. Unless, the order item was a joke. In that case, bravo, brava.