Roscoe Diner — Restaurant in Town of Rockland

Great stop before getting into NYC . Travelled from Buffalo and was the perfect stopping point.

Huge menu and sandwiches are served with a home made pickle and chips. I described the pickle to my travel companions as “ refreshing” .

Will stop here every time heading this route to the city .

I forgot to take pics, it’s clean and has tons of pennants from all the college sports teams that have travelled through.

Update 12/6/2024 :

Weeeerrrreeee baaaaaack!!!!!!

Stopping at the Roscoe Diner has officially become my religious pilgrimage on the Buffalo-NYC route. If the ancient Greeks had diners, this would've been their oracle – except instead of cryptic prophecies, you get life-changing pickles that I can only describe as "refreshing" (a word I stand by, even though my friends still tease me about waxing poetic over fermented cucumbers).

On this latest visit, I expanded my horizons beyond their sandwich realm into what I can only call "The Great Meatloaf Awakening of 2024." Their meatloaf Parmesan is what would happen if your Italian grandmother and your American grandmother got into a friendly competition in the kitchen – and somehow, everyone won. The Governor's burger (which should really run for office – it's got my vote) arrived looking like it was ready to sign executive orders on deliciousness.

The tortilla soup was a plot twist I didn't see coming – like finding out your accountant is secretly a salsa dancer. It worked, and I'm not questioning it.

The decor remains a fascinating museum of collegiate sports history, with enough pennants to make you feel like you've crashed a national championship celebration. It's still spotlessly clean, which is impressive considering they probably serve enough food daily to feed a small university.

Pro tip: If you're driving from Buffalo to NYC and don't stop here, you're doing it wrong. Just be prepared to spend at least 20 minutes staring at the menu, which is longer than some novels I've read. And yes, those pickles are still refreshing. I will die...

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...

We were so looking forward to dinner at the Roscoe Diner - I have done it many years in summer on my way to visit family in Canada from NY. I drive a Tesla so the charging station is there.

It was like the Twilight Zone - our experience last night was poor from just about every angle.

We walked in and there was like a dead energy. Nobody greeted us, the boy who finally was told by I think his Mother who was at the cashier finally decided to stand up from his booth at the front door and give us menus and seat us.

The service was negligent. Two young girls maybe in high school who had no clue of waitressing. I had to track them down to get any service.

The food was appallingly bad. WOW! My Italian Panini was greasy and they forgot the best ingredient - the pesto! So that was a bummer. The fries were undercooked and poor. I ate about 20% and gave up. I also have the theory to never send food back - I have heard stories of what diners do with food from complaining customers! My brother had a hamburger platter and also found it quite poor.

It is sad when a place that has such a great reputation and my own experiences have been great falls apart.

We had the thought was we drove away that maybe the owner had died, maybe the business was teetering on bankrupty post COVID - something definitely was amiss.

OH - and the men's room smelled of cigarette smoke - we assumed the cook had taken a quick ciggie break.

And I had to wave for about 5 minutes before the waitresses realized that I wanted her - to pay our check and get the heck out of there.

We will find a new Tesla charging station...