The Roscoe Diner is a place that I have been visiting for the last 20 years during my travels up and down Route 17. Every time, even when fairly busy, service was prompt, food was solid, and prices were fair. Recently, prices have been wildly high and portions shrink before my eyes. We ordered two omelettes and a sandwich which, after a tip that I shouldn’t have left, it was nearly $50. It would have been more had the server remembered our mozzarella sticks and the chicken fingers weren’t wet and slimy, prompting the staff to remove it from the bill. The food itself, sans chicken, was fine at best but my money would have been better spent on spices for roasting the dead deer on the side of the highway. Our server left mid shift after taking our order and never submitting the ticket and informing us that there were no more paninis. Having no more paninis but still having sandwiches, the precursors to paninis, leads me to believe that the panini press was just broken. The new server came and said hello, where it was evident that she would have put herself in the panini press had it been working. The hostess is a new breed of short. Aside from her height, this is now the second visit where my presence seemed to be a bother to her. I entered the diner today, said “Hello,” and she gave me the fastest eye roll in the Catskills. When paying at the end of the hour-long meal after waiting over 40 minutes for food that a prisoner may refuse, the hostess tried to blame us for the gentleman at the adjacent booth leaving even though he waited more than 20 minutes for just his drink order to be taken. What a shame. Fries were pretty good though.