I came here on a recent Sunday with a friend, seeking the salt and grease a good Saturday night out will demand of one the next day. Entering the restaurant it all hit me at once; the counter with candy display, the rotating pie rack, I had seen it all before as a young lad coming here with my parents. And really, nothing has changed. Though I didn't remember the part with all the people having 3 martini breakfasts. Sticking to orange juice myself, I enjoyed my competently executed sausage, eggs, and hash-browns, satisfied enough to try to return a week later on my own with just a book for company. The breakfast bar was full as regular customers stared me down. I left defeated and hungry.