Located amongst a cacophony of business and industry in the Town of Greece.
Formerly the Forklift Cafe. Dorothy’s Diner is a quaint little spot carved out of the interior of a refurbished truck security station or something. It is literally located within an industrial zone; trucks are constantly pulling in and out, and there are tons of them parked right beside the diner. The address is 1600 Lexington Avenue, but you actually have to pull off Lexington into Kodak Park in order to locate the venue. It has the distinct feel of a “secret trucker place,” which is cool.
Bo got stuck behind an annoyingly slow-moving truck on his way in…
Aaron, Dave, and special guest Asher were all present this morn. Dave ordered eggs, meat, and potato (the “egg breakfast”). To our great shame, and to the shame of our nation, he did NOT order the AM Piston Plate.
Bo ordered the cinnamon-orange French Toast Stack. Aaron and Asher ordered the same (to share). Asher had a bottle of Byrne Dairy chocolate milk. Dave, Bo, and Aaron ordered coffee (self-serve), and Bo noted that the only option for creamer was French Vanilla-flavoured. So we were all drawing one in the dark today! (in the parlance of our times).
Dave got a separate hard roll (not pictured).
The potatoes tasted like potatoes. The sausage tasted like sausage. The eggs tasted better than eggs. An unremarkable meal, but Dave likes his food that way. Dependable. Standing tall. Reliable. Ready to wage flavor war by going undercover.
The grilled hard roll, however, was remarkable. It was smooshed down with the expertise of a master grill ninja. It was saturated with butter (the way Dave likes). And the grilled nature of it made it a low-profile butter vehicle.
The cinnamon-orange french toast stack was super duper intriguing.
The orange was not lurking just below the surface. The orange was not hiding. The orange was not laying in wait. The orange was not biding its time. The orange was not in an L-formation or even a Z-formation while standing by to ambush a hostile guerrilla force. No. The orange is edgy, it’s in your face. You’ve heard the expression “let’s get busy”? Well, this is a flavor who gets “biz-zay!” Consistently and thoroughly. Added with Bo’s smuggled-in real maple syrup (hereinafter, “Vermont machine oil”), it was a unique blend of sweet and fruity. Bo ate some. Asher ate some. Aaron ate some.
Dorothy’s is a rather unique spot, and definitely worth checking out!
Don’t Miss: The cinnamon-orange French toast stack!
Don’t Miss, also: The good-AF cookies in the cookie jar! And the gooder-AF cookies in the adjacent cookie jar!
Pro Tip: GoogleMaps says you can get out by going like further into Kodak Park and taking a left. They’re wrong. You can’t. There’s a fence there. Just turn around and go back out the way you came. Feel free to ignore the “No Left Turn” sign while you’re at it.
