Hamilton Restaurant — Restaurant in Carlisle

The worst experience I have EVER had at the Hamilton. I called in an order and the lady that answered the phone extremely unprofessional,mean with an attitude. I ordered $70 worth of food which was ok. When I said 3 hotchie dogs without the cheese she cut me off and said sir there called hot dogs not hotchie dogs. hotchie has cheese the others are called just hot dogs. Well I have been going to this place for 40 years, my family for 55 plus years atleast once a month or two and never have unheard that nor been treated that way. I go to pick my order up and the lady that answered the phone said you must be the guy who called for hot dogs not hotchie dogs. I said well sorry I never heard that before. With an extremely stern voice and kinda loud that the whole place stopped and looked she said well next time you call in make sure you say the right thing. I WAS LIKE WOW!!!. my father has been ordering these this way for years....well hes wrong. wow. wait theres more. An elderly lady who stood there saying hello hello mam can I pay my bill....the lady just looked at her and turned around and walked away. The elderly turned and said this may be my last time coming in. now by this time a man was asking for a shirt. the waitress said to someone behind the counter..do we have anymore shirts?. the younger girl said yes but I dont have time to go get him one. 😯. the waitress was like ummm ok then and said sir sorry but we dont have any right now.

I am not sure if Tommy or Athan was there but I doubt it because I've never seen this before while they were working. I am only giving this a 5 star because of all the other times I was there and there food was still great. If this was my first time there I can honestly say it would of been my last and I probably would of just walked out. I sure hope this doesn't happen again because this place will slowly...

A Love Letter to Hamilton: Where History, Heart, and Home Fries Collide

Step into Hamilton in Carlisle, PA, and you’ll feel as though you’ve time-traveled—not into the past, but into a parallel universe where good vibes and fast service reign supreme. This isn’t just a diner; it’s a living, breathing piece of history, where locals and lucky wanderers gather to break bread (or toast) in a space dripping with character.

Let’s be clear: Hamilton doesn’t do fancy. But what it does, it does with flair. The menu reads like a greatest hits of diner classics—no frills, no nonsense, but packed with the kind of flavor that reminds you why comfort food exists. The home fries? Crispy and buttery goodness. The Hotchee burgers? Juicy and unapologetically greasy in the best possible way. And the Diet Coke? Their crushed ice and the brew is everything. Keep in mind they do charge for refills. Last but not least, their pies. Their Oreo pie is what dreams are made of.

The real magic, though, is the atmosphere and the people. The walls seem to hum with decades of stories, from first dates to late-night soul-searching sessions over pie. The service is lightning-quick but never rushed, and the staff strike that perfect balance of friendly and efficient. It’s the kind of place where regulars are greeted like old friends, and newcomers like long-lost cousins.

Hamilton doesn’t try to impress you with truffle oil or avocado foam—it wows you with heart, history, and a vibe that’s downright contagious. It’s not just a diner; it’s a slice of Carlisle’s soul, served with a side of...

Missed this restaurant last time we were here on business. It's cash only! The waitress was a very wonderful older woman with a bursting personality. She brought us a chili dog to share, just to try. Different from Chicago hotdogs, on an unassuming bun with a slice of white American cheese under the hotdog, with their homemade chile on top with mustard and onions. I probably have a hotdog once every couple of years. I have to say I enjoyed it. We both got the cheeseburger with the chile on it. I got the onion rings that were highly recommended. They were just ok. The fries were crispy and crunchy. She brought a side of gravy to dip in. I know they roast their turkeys, and everything is homemade, and so was the gravy. I just wasn't a fan of it for a dipping sauce. She said we had to come back for the Greek salad with chicken, so that is on our radar if we have time. Definitely try this place, well established,...