This shiny chrome diner that's heavy on glass brick looks just the way a classic diner is supposed to look. Unfortunately, the Airmont is a must to avoid.
We went there twice recently. First time was kind of blah: egg-white omelette made with canned mushrooms, nice crispy home fries, tepid tea water, not much in the way of service or atmosphere, but not really offensive.
Giving the Airmont a second chance wasn't on my list of priorities, but we were in the neighborhood and it was half-past lunchtime for the Grumpy Diner ...
Even before we were seated, I knew there was a problem. We walked past several unbused tables of barely touched food.
I had been thinking about the Jefferson Diner, so I ordered a salad similar to one I'd had there: roast peppers, fresh mozzarella and grilled portobello mushroom with mixed baby greens. It arrived garnished with a hair. I should have quit while I was ahead and skipped lunch, or ordered something else, but they promised to bring me a new salad. It was ok, but my heart wasn't in it.
In the meantime, another group came in and didn't sit down for a while because they said there was butter or something smeared on the chairs.
The women's room was nasty, wet floor (etc.) and overflowing trash cans.
And on the way out, a waiter was carrying a couple of barely touched sandwiches up to the manager, who snarled "What's wrong now?"
Next time I'm in the area, I'll take my chances with whatever venue Sister Mary Ballbuster, GPS, recommends for a meal.
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