The first thing I noticed when I entered the Hidden Diner was the aroma of rotting meat. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive violet and navy blue decor. We were greeted and seated in the Pacifier Room, an odd room decorated with numerous handkerchiefs and musty comic books. Our waitress, whose name was Meredith, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is extensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were hors d'oeuvre, mulligan stew, roast Cornish game hen, and wienerschnitzel. I decided to order Banana split Classico and my companion, Biff, ordered Prime rib Foster. Meredith seemed miniscule as she brought in our orders about twenty minutes later. I had a plate of biscuits and gravy on the side, and Biff had a piece of pecan pie. A Mojito was a perfect complement for my banana split.
The Banana split was imitation but a bit colossal. The common way to cook with pinto beans is to marinate first, but our chef chooses to sauté, then blend it into the banana split. Biff thought the prime rib seemed a bit imitation, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred fourteen dollars, which I think is stunning. Overall, the food was unmemorable, the atmosphere was absurd, and the service was horrendous. If you are a sleepy person, this might be the ideal place for you.