Waverly Diner — Restaurant in New York

MY WINE BOTTLE GOT A REFILL ALL RIGHT!!! I can not imagine who gets set up to write passing reviews about this WAVERLY DINER - who - the owner's wife and her cackling friends?

There was a time that I wrote dissatisfaction letters to big corporations - I don't do that any more - I just enjoy my bragging rights about my bad experiences and, yes, I do mention names.

It was about our tenth time or more dining there, and this is not the first time we had marginal service here but this time they placed the hair on the camel's back! Apparently the slick staff at the Waverly Diner recognized us and treated us as the fools but the evidence in our encounter exposes how the Waverly Diner does business especially when they get to know you.

After a long day on our feet taking in the city and Village, my wife and I sat in one of our favorite seats at the Waverly Diner in the loft against the wall near the front. Yes, this is the WAVERLY DINER at 385 6th Avenue above the subway entrance and NOT the Wavelry Inn up the street, which is a fine establishment.

We looked forward to and ordered one of the stronger Italian red wines off the wine list and then ordered our usual meals. I got a hamburger and my wife got a fancy pasta platter. I noticed that it took longer then expected for the wine to arrive and when it did I found it a little unusual that the waiter did not show us the worn white label nor ceremoniously uncork the bottle with the usual pompous pretentiousness with the corkscrew that waiters enjoy and proudly present the cork but instead, with his fingers, he lifted the highly reddish stained cork from the bottle and quickly placed it in his apron pocket, then he quickly poured our glasses - to near the top - then walked back to the rear of the restaurant without waiting for our approval. I was so tired at the time that I hardly took account of the waiter's haste - I just wanted a taste of that wine!

For the description of the wine being bold & fruity, I was expecting the usual bite with my first taste -disappointed - it was a bit mild with a familiar tarty taste, not unlike the humble table wine we often have at home. Needless to say, we enjoyed the somewhat "robust" wine but without the desired effect, perhaps the day was longer than we thought.

Upon finishing our meals and the wine, I took my usual pit stop to the bathroom at the rear of the the restaurant - you know - just a few feet across from the grill for those who know the place. Being my luck, the bathroom was occupied so while I waited I gazed upon the long shelf above the grill and pantry and was amazed at the line up of the full glass gallon jugs of cheap California table wine, red and white, with those large labels. Immediately - without really thinking, my brain by itself, pieced together the whole episode at the table leaving me HUMILIATED standing by the bathroom. I could only laugh at myself and I did. I realized that our $30 bottle of robust Italian red wine was substituted with something taken down from this fortified gallery of cheap California classics - the absence of the pompous cork screw presentation - - the unusually heavily reddish stained cork quickly seen then underhandedly removed from my sight - two glasses filled to the top by quick the wait service and FAST disappearance! But how could I complain? We stomached the evidence and even enjoyed our meal as we do at home with the same cheap table wine, and here we didn't even get the cork to remember the occasion. WE JUST GOT RIPPED OFF! and I am standing by their grill waiting to piss all their good wine into Manhattan's sewers, and while doing so, I remembered what a wise man told me long ago - "Do not accept a bottle of wine that was not opened at the table, demand to inspect the cork then, view, sniff, and taste the wine for approval then send the waiter on his way.

From now on, my wife and I patronize that place down the street that was once the Pony Stable Inn.

PLEASE! I WELCOME REBUTTAL...

Racist and I will Never Return!

I walked into the diner and the first thing that the host said to me was Delivery???I was puzzled so I replied, no I’m here to eat. He replied ok how many and I replied 2 she’s on her way, so he proceeds to walk me to the back, and I say how about this table right here in the front, he says no problem just let them clean it first. They clean the table and I sit down. The same host walks back over to my table and I say can I order two green teas with honey and he replies that I have to wait until my lady arrives and I replied huh why do I have to wait until she arrives she’s walking here now and he proceeds to walk away. My girlfriend is walking from Cornelia st which is 2-3 blocks away So before I start recording I inform her about what’s going on so she needs to hurry up and get here.So right after the host/waiter walks away another employee walks up to me and ask very rudely where is she is she coming??? I totally ignored him.Two customers enter the diner and they happened to be white He proceeds to ask them how many and the older lady replies 2 he looks around to see that every table is occupied so he proceeds to come over to my table and asks me if I can get up and give them my table and wait by the door?!!!!!!I (Have this documented on video) I replied no I am not getting up to give someone my table why don’t you ask another patron to fulfill that request! My girlfriend walks in as he’s walking away little do they know that she’s Latin. The waiter doesn’t come back to the front for a while she can see him hiding in the back looking at her standing in the front so she’s talking to another employee in Spanish and he’s all of a sudden very very nervous! So the waiter returns to the front and she’s speaking to him in Spanish.He proceeds to tell her that I walked in, I spoke to nobody and I sat myself down. She says are you kidding me so you asked him to get up and give his table to another guest and he begins to tremble and backpedal. He had no answer except I’m sorry I’m sorry while other patrons watched and listened. Like I said I have this on video I will never return and this...

It’s as if I was doing Glen a disservice for choosing Waverly Diner as a halfway point between myself & my childhood friend who lives in Harlem. Today was super rainy, a power outage at Jay St MetroTech sent a wave of malfunctions and train service shortages, so my friend was running late. This was his first problem with me. “When will she get here?” Sir, it’s a rain storm, your guess is as good as mine. I wanted to give her a “true New York diner” experience, and perhaps the rudeness is authentic after all? I was shown a table & then punished for accepting HIS suggestion. He was the one who showed me the booth when there were many many small two seaters open throughout the restaurant. Ignored for almost 10 minutes while deliberately making eye contact & the other parties surrounded being eagerly tended to. I had to fake cough to get him to put in an order. Was it a refusal to serve until the entire party was present? It wasn’t even busy. Once my friend showed up she immediately sensed the strange treatment as well. She suggested I order first, even though I already ate, so I was caught off guard as I expected her to order first, and he took that as an opportunity to try to leave us alone again but we had to instruct him to stay and write down what she wanted. After she was given her food he never gave me an opportunity to order anything else (maybe I would’ve gotten a cheesecake), never offered to refill our waters, never took our cleared plates from our table for the 20 minutes we spent sitting and talking after finishing the food. No shit we didn’t leave a tip.

Glen, are you going through a divorce? Or are you relying on the abundance of other diners in the city to not give a shit about young women who eat...