It is greasy diner all the way. Our waitress smoked in between giving us our menus and taking our order. Locals were doing the following: +(men) wearing denim shorts, tank tops and in-ear phone buds without irony. + being old and ordering meat loaf(appropriate, as it was the special) + un-sticking their thighs from the vinyl seats«This is the ONLY thing bad about wearin’ shorts!» + balancing their checkbooks post Avon sales. Grilled cheese was perfect & crispy and golden and the salad was the best iceburg salad I’ve had on the road. YUM. Ok, ok, so my eyes burned for a while after this place, but it was totally worth it. I needed to toughen up a bit anyway.