Victor's 50's Diner — Restaurant in Hudson

Breakfast is noted as an important meal and Victor's fulfills that need with speed! This diner is named after Victor Tzakis coupled it's 50's posters of Elvis, Marilyn, and the Rat Pack equates to the name. My crew slid in at the cool hour of 6:45 ready to eat. We were greeted as we waltzed in the door. Asked if we wanted a booth or a table. We elected for a table. Menu presented, specials given, and drink orders taken. We took a breath and discussed deep topics. One member of the crew was overwhelmed by the options. To boot he is a Greek, but he played amateur hour and we retreated back into our parlance. He was tasked with making up his mind. The server was patient and kind. Johnny K eeny meanied. Selected ham, rye, 2 poached eggs, home fries, and French toast. He drank his coffee dark like his soul. The next guy ordered two eggs fried hard. His toast was marbled rye with French toast. Home fries came with it too. I.C. ordered pancakes as from my other reviews you realize...he knows his pancakes. Side hustle of sausage and biscuits were ordered, home fries and eggs fried. I have to suffer with hangriness for having to meet these squares at 5:15 in the morning knew all along what I desired. With no hesitation 2 eggs scrambled, sausage gravy over biscuits with grits. Server did not bat and eye...We talked about break dancing at the Olympics having moved from the topic from before. Before anyone could speak on the idea of....Food began to emerge. First the home fries...They were underwhelming with lots of paprika. However, all our eggs were cooked to perfection. I eyeballed perfect poached eggs. My friend's fried eggs were hard and IC's yellow toast dipping yolk ran for his fried eggs. The grits were instant grits, but they were warm. Just plain grits. The sausage gravy was delicious. I would describe the gravy as creamy with peppery tones. The biscuits grilled on the flattop were super. The biscuits were dense but not crumbly....A plus...they were dense with great mouth appeal is the best way to describe them. Paired with the peppery sausage gravy...spoonfuls of the gravy were ladled by yours truly onto the biscuits. The gravy came in a small bowl on the side. I appreciated this. This allowed the gravy to be mixed in by me with some of the grits too... I was beyond happy. I had a water, two friends had coffee, and one a diet coke. The coffee was rated as a good cuppa. Now the pancakes were deemed B+ by IC. IC said the batter on the pancakes were dense and the batter cooked unevenly thus some dry moments. Still a B+ from this pancake monster means a good cake. IC likes fluffy pancakes. These were not rated as such more...just not airt....these were also good size. This may have contributed to the texture. The group agreed this place was a solid A establishment. The server was realllly great and we were not rushed.

The bill came to 72.95 and we tipped 20 in cash (Since it is the King, Right Elvis)....

On that note, we left the building!!!

Definitely, a return visit may be warranted. Other friends we meet up with later rolled in after us at the 8:30ish time frame. One raved about the skillet. I guess it is a signature dish. I am intrigued and will probably stop in to...

I wish I could give it Zero Stars. I had the worst dining experience of my life here. The waitress was brusque and unfriendly. When my friend needed more time to look over the menu, we were passively aggressively put on hold, huffed at, and forced to wait till SHE was ready. That's fine, everyone has a bad day now and then. When my delicious looking Route 2 arrived, I dug in. Only to find TWO HAIRS on my scrambled eggs. Short, black, straight hair, which clearly were not mine or my friends. Stomach turning, I picked them off, and dropped them on the floor. Turned my eggs around and ate the hash browns. When I moved over to my pancakes, ANOTHER HAIR . Straight, short, dark. At that point, I called our waitress over and showed her, and suggested that the cook wear a hair net. She said he was. I said it didn't look like it, I could see him from where I sat. She shouted through the restaurant in Portuguese to him and he came out from out of site, wearing a hair net, NOW. I told her it was not my hair or my friends, and she then angrily said it's NOT MINE EITHER. She didn't apologize, offer a different plate of eggs or pancakes, and didn't offer to take anything off my bill. What she did do was insinuate that I put the hair in my food, and she could care less about the dining experience. A customer should never be made to feel this way. I paid my bill, gave a 10% tip instead of my usual 20% and vowed to never go there again. And I'm telling all my friends and coworkers...

Worst Monte Christo sandwich I've ever had. Came at the end of long brunch day, we were one of last customers. Majority of table had simple egg dishes, I was only one who ordered a sandwich. So when I experienced the atrocity that was my sandwich, I turned around to look into kitchen, the cook looked miserable, older guy. Zero love put into dish. They must have run out of ham because I had mostly turkey on my sandwich- of course it was processed cold cuts. Most normal diner sandwiches come with a choice of fries or salad. But of course not here. Here you only get one choice, a tiny bag of lays potato chips. You had to pay for fries or salad. If that wasn't enough, there was a large table tent with a War and peace manifesto explaining why prices are going up (and why the sides were so cheap). We actually went back 10 miles because of the 5 star reviews. Mistake. The only reason I didnot give 1 star or none is because the diner is a throwback beauty of an art deco vibe AND most importantly, the young waitresses were lovely as hosts and Attentive. This place had burgers and other typical American diner fare, but I would only trust this place for breakfast dishes (ordinary, but solid). Good enough is the motto. The exact opposite of of a...