Tamara M.

A gem of a place that is right by the Read hotel. I would definitely suggest coming here for a quick breakfast over Starbucks. The biscuit was incredible and was made in less than 60 seconds. With cheese, it was 3.25. I wish I could've stayed for one of their larger egg breakfasts with hashbrowns. I will definitely return here! The service was also amazing.

Kien H.

It's a small diner feel. It's full of super nice ladies who give southern charm, and I can appreciate that! It's not a super big shop,but they're more seats than you think once you walk in. They have a long bar top area to sit at as well (not liquor bar or course). Very affordable and reasonable on the pockets and it has some great simple food. Sausage egg and cheese sandwich was good and plenty big. It was more than just a thin sandwich,it has all the sandwich fixings that gave it some extra size and made it more full and complete (vs just having egg,meat, and cheese). Grits were okay, after adding a bunch of butter and salt they were pretty solid. French fries were ...French fries. Not particularly sensational. Turkey club was really good. Bacon was very well done and the toast was toasted very well. If you want a good and quick and good diner food, this is for you!

Mathew S.

This is a biased review of a small-town diner (yet located in a decent-sized city). It's not a recreation of what used to be, it's a time capsule, a relic that seems to have averted dormancy. Trying to employ a level of self-awareness with a nod towards my own blind spot/s, I'll start with these two disclosures: I'm an elder Millennial and my grandfather owned an operated a mom-and-pop deli from before I was born through the 1990s. Put those together, and you get this: I basically grew up in a restaurant like this, so to say that nostalgia clearly colors my view is an understatement. The interior, man, oh man, is an atrocity. It's 45 years old, in all the derivations of yellow-base (yellow! orange! brown!!!) that make skin crawl. It's like an eternal palate of autumnal horror. Think the old Burger King colors, sans red. And it absolutely makes my soul sing with joy. Lattice work. Formica/plastic adorns everything. Admonishments about being kind. Stuff on the walls that look like somebody's kid drew it. Chalk-board specials. That said, the dedication to the theme, the overt nostalgia, the fact that either Reagan or HW or Clinton could have been in office, brought a sense of ease and comfort. Nearly bliss. The woman who took my order made me feel like family. This wasn't that she was faking the well-trained corporate smile as decreed in on-boarding literature, a la, "be sure to say 'my pleasure' after being thanked for the spicy chicken sandwich and waffle fries"; I swear to you, I think this woman, despite me being in there for the first time ever, circumspect of the fact that customers' experiences usually determine commercial viability (rather than, say, an influencer touting a passing experience because they need to be noticed and your restaurant happened to be a part of said influencer's soulless daily wanderlust in search of a sense of never-to-be-found self-actualization which leads to no one going any where (or every one going no where?) but thinking that everyone's doing fine through their filters and screens), had a genuine appreciation for others and a tacit interest in other living, breathing human beings. This is something that doesn't happen much anymore to my experience. She was delightful, courteous, accommodating- if you look up Southern hospitality on Wikipedia, this woman's picture should be staring you in the face. Kind-hearted smile, raspy voice, petite but tough-as-nails and all. Ok, ok! We get it, you wordy, parenthetical bastard! Get to it! The food, damned you! Well, yes, of course there was food. In this instance, it was a loaded omelette. Here's what I absolutely loved about it: absolutely no filler (read: starch) in the omelette proper. Egg, cheese, sausage, ham, tomatoes. Period. See how I didn't say hashed browns? This is exactly as it should be. The starches, graciously, were placed to the margins of the plate: toast and grits. No mas. When queried about hot sauce, already overwhelmed by the copious amounts of protein before me, I paused. The delightful waitress, again, knowing what to say to make my socks roll up and down so violently that the seams would strain asked, wait for it, "Tabasco or...Texas Pete?" (Hell to the YES. She knew I wanted hot sauce, and like she had some sort of flippin' dossier on my culinary proclivities, could read that I think Tobasco is crap and had a remedy in hand). The omelette was buttery, the textures inside varied but were all dense and satisfying; the paradigm wasn't challenged, much less smashed, but this was a damned fine utilitarian omelette, designed not to be written about in Bon Appetit, but to launch a preemptive strike on daylight hunger. The grits were great, the toast was toast, the omelette was extraordinary. Literally. All in all, my gut was full. So was my soul/emotional well-being/ spiritual state/ mental health. Walk in hungry, walk out centered. Top tip: if/when I'm back in Chattanooga, I'm turning my phone off before I go in. Unplug and immerse.

Delicious breakfast around the corner from our hotel; would return! Friendly people, great diner!

Michael F.

Old school diner. Exactly what I was looking for. Knew I was in the right place when I walked in and everyone knew everyone. All the customers were local. Food was just right. Eggs, bacon, toast and HASH BROWNS! My goodness I like shredded hash browns. Service as A+++. Attentive. Smiles all around. Will be my go to when I come to Chattanooga.

Joe C.

Stopped in for lunch today, and while I had missed the opportunity for breakfast I had an out of this world turkey club with small tator tots and a coffee. Truly enjoyed it. The staff was very polite and attentive. Also, I had eaten half of it before I remembered to take a picture, but man...that turkey club was solid. Great lunch spot if you're nearby.

This is a family-run restaurant that serves great, authentic Southern lunch stand food that is reminiscent of a bygone era. I had expected to order a cheeseburger (my wife did, and her's was delightful), but I couldn't remember the last time I'd had an honest-to-goodness fried bologna sandwich. The taste took me back to boyhood summers in North Carolina. Good food, good coffee in abundance, and equally good music. I wouldn't change a thing.

Trish M.

So happy to see one of my favorite downtown spots still thriving. How many many business decisions and office gossip stories have taken place at those tables over the years?!?! This place is Chattanooga history. It's been over 20 years and thank God nothing has changed. We used to come from the BCBS office next door for breakfast or lunch just about everyday. I was staying at The Westin last week and stopped in to see if the BLT was still as good and I'm ready to move back just for it. It was the BLT no one in ATL can make and the one I've been looking for. If you're visiting Chattanooga this is not to be missed, it's where the locals eat! Nothing fancy, just good food and warm service Street parking or there's a garage across the street. You can call in your pickup order. These people are good and they know most of their customers are in a break so they don't doddle

Tallie W.

I've been here twice now and both times have been very pleasant experiences. The staff are all very friendly, checking in on you and letting you customize your order however you want (which is how I ended up ordering the bologna in my hash browns - yum). My last visit, I was wearing a Purple Rain shirt and I was asked if I liked Prince. Once I said yes, he had switched the music over to Prince. The food here is great - we have really only done breakfast so far, but I am excited to see what lunch holds as their lunch menu items sound so tasty. I also have to say that Waffle House has nothing on their hash browns.