Or like my (American) husband loves to say: It doesn't try to be a diner. It just is a diner. A diner with an old-fashioned black board announcing the breakfast offers; free coffee refills and ice waters in brown plastic glasses; tables decorated with geographical maps of the U.S., photos of presidents and birds. White washed walls and simple wooden booths.
They mixed up some of our orders (hash browns instead of bacon) but were fast in replacing them. They are not chatty either. But we felt good and relaxed, and it didn't matter that the kids were a bit loud or that a water glass tumbled down. It seemed like the other families around us felt the same way.
They are starting to make dinner now too, so you'll know where to go if you get that craving for a good hamburger.
If you go: