But that would be a shame, because you would be missing out on the Central Diner in Robinson Township. Diner carries a certain connotation, neither positive or negative in my mind, of a tiny worn down little shop with the same standard fare. A diner is solid, dependable food, consisting of all the staples.
And then there's the Central Diner. This gleaming chrome and wood exterior belies just how massive it is inside. This diner, replete with a case full of tantalizing desserts, also has a well stocked bar -- if you're in the mood for something alcoholic in the morning or at late night when they're still open.
This diner is owned by a Greek family, many of whom are on staff when you walk in. There are hints, but not overtures, of their Greek heritage on the menu. No matter if you're Greek or red-blooded American, this is the place for you.
We went with DB~'s dad and our widgets on Father's Day. I've been remiss to wait so long to put this up. There will most likely be a wait when you go, but they cycle people through quickly. We knew what we wanted before we sat down.
Little Widget was going to have a bottle of formula, house blend. Medium Widget selected the Pancakes with Oreos inside, topped with peanut better and whipped cream, drizzled with chocolate.
They might as well have just given this to every kid who walked in the door. DB~'s dad went with the omelette topped with sour cream and bacon, plus a side of home fries.
DB~ went with a cream cheese filled French toast, stuffed with blueberries.
I chose the Napolean French toast topped with walnuts and strawberries.
This is the kind of diner that is worth driving to go check out. You don't even have to call it a diner, if you don't want to.
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