Just some quick updates on diners we have already reviewed:

• Buddy was disappointed in the Palace Diner the other night. He said the omelet was undercooked, the home fries were overcooked, and the teenagers surrounding us were annoying as hell. I guess that last part is not the diner's fault, but apparently in the post-late movie ("Underworld II," which there is no reason to see if you don't plan on drooling over Kate Beckinsale (*cough*mike*cough*)) hours, the place becomes a haven for the annoying and youthful. And in the smoking section, no less! Ruining their youthful lungs!
• My roommate informs me that Olga's Diner does serve something excellent: milkshakes.
• Mike heard from a reliable source that Mastori's Diner has gone downhill in recent years (probably since the death of the owner, which was noted on the placemat). If that is downhill, I wonder what uphill was like?
• Rob says that no place, NO PLACE, makes scrapple the way they do at the Sage. "When I asked for it extra-crispy, I got extra-crispy," he enthused. Those days are past, my friend. We continue to find the Stratford Diner the most amenable to late night outings. Although their night cook doesn't do omelets well, either. Get your eggs scrambled instead.