Even at 7am, this place is a party, and everyone’s invited. Insider tip: sit at the counter, make banter with the regulars and Susie and Yvonne (the waitresses who run everything), and get the Irish Benedict.
Nestled among towering office buildings and parking structures, this 1940s-era gem adds a bit of local flavor to a gray neighborhood. And that flavor just happens to be pancakes with maple syrup.
The second day of our adventure brought us to Philadelphia, where we got the low down from our server, Mike, and a sweet surprise. You’ll have to wait for the Diner Porn book to find out what it was!