I have passed almost the entire day in a land east of a range of Catskill Mountains and the Hudson River. My experience has been blissful, and education and inspirational. It has almost been so good, I've wanted to find a ruin porn street running through a ghetto palm forest growing up around the brick ruins of abandoned houses in Detroit. Case in point, the Grazin' Diner on the park way uphill from the Hudson River, just one more fabulous location on Warren Boulevard. The beef made into hamburgers arrives fresh from the farm in Ghent New York. Ghent awaits visitors south of Hudson. The cattle munch on grass, treated as kindly as pets and even are slaughtered by the farmers. The ethical puzzle of that humane attempt to take the murder out of meat eating didn't stop me from enjoying my burger, cooked rare by chef's choice. The burger had little relation to what I might pick up by the sack from White Castle. The tender juicy patty called for me to slow down my chew. Topped with a dollop of locally made goat cheese, I had really no logical, verbal response to what my taste buds were telling me. So I just accepted the experience and regreted all the meals eaten before that moment.
How can everything be so perfect? Why do I have to travel home to a food ghetto. Should I sleep behind the dumpster until I find a job a pad in Hudson? Why would quality and community force me into confusion?
In other observations, I wish the Grazin' Diner served all day breakfasts featuring eggs from free range chickens and cruelty free bacon. But until that day, have a milkshake to break your fast, blended with non-GMO, hormone free milk from cows that never moo an...
Read moreWe went when it was pretty busy. We had to sit at the bar, which was fine. But they clearly showed that they were not capable of managing more people. After we were seated, it took maybe 15 minutes before they took our order and another 10 for our drinks, which could be poured right behind the bar in 10 seconds. Then our food came out. The french onion soup was oddly sweet. Like, really sweet. It was very weird. It also had one large chunk of bread on top that was hard to cut through and nowhere near enough cheese. Then the burgers came out around the same time as our soup. The burgers were just mid. I understand the farm to table appeal, but paying that much for overcooked burgers is absurd. The concepts were good and tasted fine, but it was definitely not worth the price. I do like their homemade cola, though. The fries are also very salty, but the homemade ketchup was really good. It took ages for us to pay, too. I understand that they are busy, but we were a low maintenance table and wouldn't have taken long to serve at all. We weren't even given water or offered refills on our drinks. We left very thirsty. The food was not bad, just not good enough to make up for the bad service or bad prices. I remember they used to be good, I don't know what happened. If you're looking for a quick and reasonably prices eat, then this is not the...
Read moreNice setting, an old drafty diner. Mostly burgers & sandwiches. Their flip is they own a beef operation that supplies the meat. Black angus, grass fed, humanely raised, well la tee da whose beef is not these days. I can't throw a rock without hitting 3 grass fed heifers and two dozen organic chickens laying brown eggs. It's good beef and makes a good burger but they club u over the head with the organic this, free rAnge that on the menu. Hells bells give it a rest. Any animal can sense their going to be slaughtered as their buddy in front of them just had a captive bolt shot thru its brain and a meat hook driven thru its rear hock.They panic and release toxins into the meat. Simple biology. So unless they die in their sleep after a day at the cow spa, the meat is tainted by fear. So please stop beating that drum, meat is murder. The Seltzer and syrup sodas they make there are in theory good but it's up to the server to prepare them so they're wildly inconsistent. Now those burger buns they use are from a local organic bakery ,free of bromate, devoid of gmos, absent of sugars & prepared by naked monks wearing tiaras of ghee and dry as sand! The buns ruin a good burger that comes with good homemade ketchup and fresh fries. So if u go, bring your own bun and a bottle of Stewart's root beer...
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