Yes :-) Jennifer's review (Jun 11th 2006)

Frankie Doodle’s has been in my head for years. I’ve admired the clever sign from the Interstate, listened to night shift tales, and people watched over fish and chips from the parking lot at Dick’s. I’ve imagined the scene inside the Third Avenue diner: vinyl booths, waitresses smacking gum, truck drivers and cranky kids, cream pies covered in whipped cream. I never went in. I already knew the story.

I already knew the regular in the booth behind us was in love with the young waitress with two names. I already knew the mom and dad sharing plates of fries with their kids in the corner would finish with a Texas cinnamon roll. I already knew the nomad outside could handle more coffee than I would even dream of drinking. Everything I had imagined was true.

And because Frankie Doodle’s atmosphere is most of the experience I knew the food needn’t matter. Standard truck stop fare. Respectable corned beef hash, diner hashbrowns, eggs scrambled in enough oil to stop your heart, triangles of brown toast and squares of jam. Breakfast at Frankie Doodle’s is exactly what you’d expect it to be. Nothing more. Nothing less. But I already knew that.

Yes :-) Sara's review (Jun 27th 2006)

This isn’t a diner to which you’d bring your grandmother on a lovely weekend visit, but if you’re looking for no-frills, straight-up, tasty and cheap diner food, then Frankie Doodle’s is the place to be. I have never ordered anything but breakfast foods there, and it’s been awhile since I’ve been there, but in the past it has not been dissappointing to eat there. Especially when you factor in the People-Watching Entertainment.

No :-( Liz's review (Jun 25th 2008)

After my last experience, I will never go there again. Yes we had a large party (12 of us), but as we were the only people in the waitresses section I don’t see how this could have been a problem. I ordered the Eggs Benedict which I normally love. When it showed up it was brown. Brown? Isn’t Hollandaise usually yellow? Turns out they don’t use Hollandaise, but some sort of weird gravy which seemed to have come from a can. I found this to be very misleading. I mean, come on. You can’t have Eggs Benedict with out the correct sauce. They should have called it a ham and egg open faced sandwich.

Our waitress crossed the line of rude service and jumped right into the hostile territory. While no one at the table ordered Strawberry waffles she brought them out and then proceeded to argue with my friend, insisting he did. As she began to raise her voice my friend grew more and more embarrassed until she thought to check the ticket and realized that he had not, in fact ordered the waffles. However he should have taken them because then he could have given them to my other friend who never got his food at all. My husband and I waited and waited to get our bill at the end of the meal. Everyone else had their bill and had paid as we sat there and waited. We finally walked over to the register and asked for it. The cashier disappeared to go look for it. After 10 minutes of waiting we walked out. I have never done this before but considering the excessively rude service, the horrid food that I couldn’t eat and the fact that we couldn’t find anyone to take our money, I’m not feeling to bad about it.

Considering Frankie Doodles for your next meal? I would advise you to run away as quickly as possible. Head down to the corner gas station and microwave yourself a burrito. I’m sure the experience will be better.