I ordered breakfast online for a friend to pick up and take to them at their job. They wanted a South Philly omelet that came with provolone cheese, Italian sausage, onions and sweet peppers (the menu did not state whether the peppers were green, red, yellow etc.) This was my first time using the online order feature so I was given a 10% discount. The online ordering does not allow for any customization while ordering. At the very end, after selecting check out 2x, there is a comment box where you can stipulate comments. So I wrote in the comment box. "NO ONIONS, ADD TOMATOES, GREEN PEPPERS, prefer chunky hash browns rather than shredded. Need cutlery." I then began the payment process and it added an 18% tip? Mind you, I'm picking up the food so why in the world would there be a tip included. I was able to access the tip meter and change it to $0 but just the fact that they tried to sneak that in there on an order that was being picked up was frustrating.
I entered my payment info and it told me it would be ready in 20 minutes.
I arrived approximately 5 minutes late and approached the young clerk at the counter and told him I was there to pick up an online order and gave him my name. He reached for the closed up bag next to him so that tells me as soon as it was finished, it was immediately put in a bag and sent out closed up to sit on the counter not under a heating lamp or anything, so I'm already expecting cold food.
So, the young man reads a note on the bag that says that they have to charge me an extra $.75 for the green peppers! I was expecting to be charged for the added tomatoes. My thoughts then were1, "Well, what peppers does it usually come with because all the description said was "sweet peppers?" So I just said to the young man "well, the menu description didn't state what color the peppers were." He shrugged and said " that will be" $15.79. " or something very close to that figure. I can't be certain of the exact amount off hand. I said, "I already paid online, I should only owe the $.75." He then says, " oh, this was an online order? " With confusion as to why he was asking me a question he knew the answer to, I said, "yes " He then said, "can you hang on a minute?" He then walked away from the counter and disappeared into the back. So I'm standing there watching the line get longer and longer, the food get colder and colder and am thinking how I just know the wheat toast that comes with it will be terribly soggy as it was in a bag stapled closed and inside the big bag with the omelet.
About 7 minutes, the clerk returned to the counter and says, ok, sorry about that, that will be $.79 then. I guess they charge you tax on that. Would you like to leave a tip? " Astonished I declined, paid the $.79 and got back in my truck,opened the toast bag to salvage any part of it that may not be saturated from the condensation caused by putting something hot in a bag and sealing it shut.
Ten minutes later, I arrived at my friend's job where they were waiting for me bc they were hungry and excited to get their long awaited omelet (bc I take long to get ready. LoL)
The food was cold but that was mostly expected. The toast was completely saturated-garbage. The omelet had literally 2 pieces of sausage in it, that's it! Just two very small pieces in it and was loaded with tomatoes. I didn't say add extra tomatoes! The home fries were shredded and visually you could see they were saturated from being let sit in the deep fryer's oil. I made note that they wanted the chunky home fries which they have bc I can see them in the picture of a skillet in their menu. And technically home fries are the chunky potatoes and hash browns are the shredded potatoes. My friend couldn't eat them either.
When it was all said and done, I paid over $16 for a 3 egg cheese, tomato and green pepper omelet.
I can't get the pics in the proper order, but I took screen shots of the menu, Google searches of home fries vs hash browns and what I would have pay today for the same order-$20. LD has to do better! Absurd....
Read moreIntroduction: More Than a Waitress
In a world where customer service has increasingly become impersonal, rushed, and mechanical, encountering someone like Chloe feels like stumbling onto a forgotten classic in a stack of noise. She isn’t just a waitress at our diner—she’s the pulse. The kind of person who doesn’t clock in and clock out but lives her job. Someone who doesn’t just “serve tables” but builds an experience with every interaction. I’ve thought a lot about how to describe her, and every word I try—helpful, warm, funny, sharp—feels like it falls short. So instead of compressing it into a review box or a Yelp paragraph, I’m going to write what Chloe deserves: a full-length, heartfelt tribute to everything she does that keeps our little corner of the world running just a little smoother.
This review isn’t just about food, or service, or ambiance. It’s about Chloe. Because if she ever left, the eggs would still be eggs, the coffee would still be hot—but something real and essential would be missing.
Chapter One: The First Time I Met Chloe
The first time I sat in her section, I didn’t know what I was in for. It was a cold morning in late February, the kind where even the diner windows fog up with people’s breath. I was tired, probably cranky, and in no mood for small talk. But Chloe walked over with this calm, easy confidence that instantly softened the edge I didn’t even realize I was wearing.
“Hey hon, coffee to start?” she asked, holding the pot like she’d already known the answer. And maybe she had.
She poured the cup, asked if I needed a minute, and left without pressure. That’s Chloe. No forced cheerfulness. No “Hi, my name is Chloe and I’ll be your server today” monotone. Just realness. Comfort. Like she belonged there. And by the time she came back, I did too.
I ordered the usual breakfast special—scrambled eggs, bacon, wheat toast. She nodded like she’d seen that order a thousand times before. But something in the way she wrote it down made me feel like it mattered that I was there. That kind of attention? That’s not something you train for.
Chapter Two: The Chloe Effect
Over the months that followed, I noticed something. Every table she touched was better for it. She didn’t just keep the coffee flowing—though she did that, too—she read the room like a seasoned performer. A crying toddler? She’d bring out a smile. A couple in a fight? Somehow, she’d break the tension with a joke or just the right amount of distraction. A lonely regular who just wanted to talk? Chloe listened—not with fake interest, but genuine presence.
She has this uncanny way of knowing what you need before you say it. Not in a pushy way, but in a “this place feels like home” way. She moves fast, but she never feels rushed. She’s efficient without ever being cold. And she remembers. Not just orders, but stories. Names. The fact that you like ketchup on the side. That your friend’s allergic to strawberries. That you were applying for a job last time and she wants to know how the interview went.
They say the best servers anticipate needs. Chloe redefines the term. She turns a short meal into a moment. She makes it feel like you matter, in a world that often doesn’t.
Chapter Three: What She Means to the Community
Ask around. It’s not just me. You’ll hear the same things from the regulars, the families, the folks passing through.
“She’s the reason I come back,” one guy said to me once, while pouring cream into his coffee. “My kids ask to sit in her section,” another woman told me, laughing. “She remembered my mom passed and gave me a hug. That meant the world,” someone else said quietly one morning.
That’s Chloe. She’s not just working in a diner—she’s making an impact. In a small town or a big city, people like that are rare. And when you find one, you...
Read moreUpdate Nov 12 2023 Well, I'm back and I will say I'm very disappointed. Last time, I saw the cooks were green, and they hadn't gotten any better. This time, I ordered their so-called Greek omelet, a slice of toast, and a side order of scrapple. Adding feta and tomato and leaving out olives don't make it a greek omelet. The omelet was undercooked and had no feta for pete's sake it was hemorrhaging raw egg. The scrapple was overcooked, toast was a slice of ice, and was supposed to come with homefries. Instead, it came with hashbrowns. The cooks here don't know the difference between home fries and hashbrowns. These cooks are going to make someone sick. Will be back for my third and maybe final visit.
Original post from Sunday, Feb 26 2023 Traveling trucker is here with my review of the recently reopened Limerick Diner, under new ownership. Sunday, Feb 26th, after church brunch with the wife. She ordered the Italian eggplant panini, and I ordered the crabcake Benedict. I am only going to speak about the food I ordered, which was the crabcake Benedict. First off, I have always said, "You can tell the experience of the cooks by a simple hollandaise sauce." The cooks here are green. The crabcake wasn't fresh it was canned. I'm sorry if you're going to sell crabcake's or any seafood you should sell fresh. My opinion fresh offers better flavor. So back to the hollandaise sauce, bland, and had that out of the box texture. Hashbrowns were a little over cooked for my liking, but again, that was my opinion. Prices: 👎 Overpriced, and charge 3% if you use a credit card. I give locations two chances, I'll be back to give a...
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