So there are scores of diners in New York City. Some of them good, some of them not so good. However there are a few diners which my wife and I, for whatever reason, have just never gone to. We have our favorites; Cafeteria on 7th, Silver Spurs downtown, City Diner on the Upper West Side, and of course our friend Don’s favorite the always stylized Big Nicks at Broadway and 76th. These are all fine for what they bring to the table. But in midtown, when you’re looking for breakfast and it’s after 11AM there are surprisingly few options. The place we ended up going to today for our late breakfast was the Applejack Diner (1725 Broadway New York, NY 10019. 212-586-6075). This place was okay but there were a few things about our individual experience which will probably inhibit us from going back.
Food: The food was standard fare. My wife got a half a grapefruit (a $3.95 half a grapefruit!) and an English muffin. I got two eggs over medium with home fries and dry toast. It was okay. Since we’d already had our coffee in our tumblers we just got ice waters (a fact that our wonderful waiter was none too thrilled on) and there was no one available (ever) to refill our water glass. Despite numerous requests.
The food was okay, as I said but my wife was livid that she had to spend four dollars on a half a grapefruit. That’s the price you pay, I guess in midtown. My eggs were cold which was not inspired and the home fries looked as though they had been sitting out on the grill since breakfast (sigh!) something that I’m never thrilled about. If you’re going to re-use food that’s fine! I understand that’s all part of the dining out experience. But at least throw it into the microwave for me. half pretend that you’re giving me something fresh. The toast was hard and the eggs were cold too. This may have less to do with the preparation and more to do with the service.
Waiter: As I said there was never anyone around to refill our water cups. Not really the worst thing but when we had finished, and first my plate and then my wife’s (we were both finished, the woman took my plate, made a couple pass-bys, then took my wife’s plate) were removed, we had no check. This problem lingered for a few minutes. Finally, I got up and went over to the cash register.
“We’re done!” I proclaimed. Our sever, Sully or Boris, had been sitting at a far booth (to my rear) eating his food. My wife later relayed, he saw that we were finished, he saw our plates taken away, he saw me get up, get my bag, and leave the table and he didn’t make a move. It wasn’t until my wife followed me that he stumbled from his gruel and got us our check.
“12.95,” for cold eggs, cold hash, cold toast, grapefruit, English muffin.
If you want some breakfast and you’ve got thirteen bucks to spend, come over to my place and I’ll throw together the same meal. I’ll even serve it to you so that it’s hot and fresh.