Johnny B Good's Diner — Restaurant in Four Corners States

Cruisin' Back to the 50s at Johnny B. Good's Diner

Johnny B. Good's Diner isn't just a place to grab a bite; it's a trip down memory lane wrapped in a delicious, all-American meal. Stepping through the doors is like entering a classic 1950s scene. Chrome accents gleam, red vinyl booths beckon, and the jukebox pumps out timeless tunes.

The menu is a greatest hits collection of diner fare, all prepared with fresh ingredients and generous portions. Pancakes as light and fluffy as clouds? Check. A juicy burger piled high with all the fixings? You bet. Don't forget to check out their daily specials – they're a fantastic way to try something new without breaking the bank.

But Johnny B. Good's Diner isn't just about the food (although that's definitely a star). The real magic lies in the atmosphere. The friendly staff is always happy to chat and refill your coffee cup, making you feel right at home. Whether you're a local catching up with friends or a visitor soaking in the retro vibes, Johnny B. Good's Diner offers a warm and welcoming experience.

Here's what really puts the cherry on top:

All-day breakfast: No matter the time of day, you can satisfy your craving for fluffy pancakes or savory omelets. Pie Happy Hour: Between 3pm and 5pm daily, grab a slice of their famous homemade pie for a discounted price. Pair it with their 99-cent senior coffee for an afternoon treat that won't break the bank. Family-friendly: The diner's casual atmosphere and extensive menu make it a perfect spot for a fun and affordable meal with the whole family. So, if you're looking for a delicious, nostalgic, and fun dining experience in Steamboat Springs, cruise on over to Johnny B. Good's Diner. You won't be...

I grew up in Steamboat and have been a long-time patron of The Shack Cafe, located next door to Johnny B Good's. We would commonly park in the alley spaces right behind the restaurant, if they were vacant. After living away from Steamboat for a few years, we decided to return to The Shack, and do the same thing. When we were almost parked in one of the spaces, we were approached by an individual in a Johnny B Good's marked car (also trying to park) who proceeded to officiously inform us that the alley spaces were for delivery drivers only. Since I had lived away from Steamboat for some time and may not have been aware of rules that had changed, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and reluctantly gave up the space. It must be noted that this space was directly behind The Shack, and NOT behind Johnny B Good's itself. When we later inquired about the situation to The Shack's staff, we were told that the spaces were in fact not reserved at all, and that this was a common tactic on their part. Honestly I personally wonder how Johnny B Good's is still even in business in the first place, but can definitely say that we will not be patronizing them in the near future. Whether this was in fact a delivery driver, or whether it was the Johnny B Goods owner himself in that car, hopefully the owner will take note of one thing. Harassing his neighbor's customers, by lying to get a parking space (while driving a marked billboard), might not be the smartest way to attract patrons to...

My family ate here for lunch. After being seated, I noticed how dirty the floor was; then, a clear view into the men's restroom from the dining area revealed how dirty the restroom was. I tried to block the sight of a soiled toilet from my mind and imagine the cooks with fully washed hands. We should have walked at that point. I ordered the Cobb salad, normally a pretty reliable menu item among various restaurants. However, the flavor combo of sautéed mushrooms and onions, combined with whatever seasoning was on the chicken, took the salad in a non-appetizing direction. My son's pizza looked like it came from under the gas station heat lamp; he refused it. My daughter's grilled cheese and my wife's BLT were edible. We saw the waiter one time, upon being seated, and then again when I walked up to ask to pay so we could leave. What incensed me was, when handed the credit card scanner by the waiter, who watched as I navigated the selections, the only way to get through to final payment was to enter a tip, it seemed. The minimum tip on their scanner was 18%. In my head I'm thinking "I'd like to leave no tip", but with the waiter watching, along with a lingering sense of pandemic duty to restaurant workers, and just plain wanting to just be done with the place, I caved and entered 18%. That didn't feel good, for what was not a good experience. Maybe they were having an off day, but I'll look...