Well, I finally checked out the infamous east-end diner with my girlfriend today, and it was certainly memorable -- the abysmal quality of most everything we ate will be with me for a long time.
I'll entertain the idea of an "off day", but this was obscene. Spongey, unseasoned chicken, mealy green tomatoes, flaccid strips of grey-coloured bacon, all topped off with a congealing snotball of processed mozzarella. The most appetizing part was the bun, and nothing in between.
Before the arrows start to fly, understand that I'm no upper-crust snob too elite for greasy diner food. I grew up on that stuff, like many others. This experience charts as one of the most nauseating meals I've ever had to pay for, and I can't help but feel dismayed from seeing this place get so much praise - from Hounds and other foodlovers alike.
Was this an anomaly? Did we order the wrong thing? The fries at another table looked alright...(though you'd have to be bedridden to fuck that up)...