Murray Hill Diner
222 Lexington Avenue at E. 33rd Street (Murray Hill)
New York, NY 10016
(212) 686-6667
Subway: 6 to 33rd Street
Bus: M1/101/102/103 to 34th Street
Everyone should have a neighborhood spot that you can rely on. On the weekends when we are tired (read: hungover), we like to order in breakfast. My husband likes blueberry muffins and bagels with butter or cream cheese from Austin’s Café, but I like to try different places. Whoever wins the argument that morning chooses where we order from.
Since I’m constantly losing the “where to order from” argument, I haven’t yet found the perfect spot. I frequently walk by the Murray Hill Diner, and it looks cute, and it always looks crowded.
I am generally indecisive, but when I’m hungry and hungover, this problem is magnified. This morning, I went with a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich; pancakes; a side of corned beef hash; and a side of French fries. Although this sounds like a lot of food, this was for both of us, and I usually just pick at each.
We waited. And waited. I called 30 minutes after placing the order, and they told me the delivery was about to leave the restaurant. We continued to wait. I called after another 15 minutes. The man told me the delivery was on its way. We waited some more. After another 15 minutes, I had my husband call (he’s sterner than I am). They told him the food had just left. I hate liars.
We received our delivery 73 minutes after placing the order. The fries were terrible: soggy, unsalted, almost uncooked. The pancakes were no better: tasteless and gritty. The corned beef hash was sour. Even the bacon, egg and cheese sandwich was piss-poor. The roll was slightly stale and there was barely an egg in the sandwich. Now how does a restaurant screw up a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich?
Some mornings are just lazy, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But if you are looking for a reliable, quick breakfast, do not order from here.
222 Lexington Avenue at E. 33rd Street (Murray Hill)
New York, NY 10016
(212) 686-6667
Subway: 6 to 33rd Street
Bus: M1/101/102/103 to 34th Street
Everyone should have a neighborhood spot that you can rely on. On the weekends when we are tired (read: hungover), we like to order in breakfast. My husband likes blueberry muffins and bagels with butter or cream cheese from Austin’s Café, but I like to try different places. Whoever wins the argument that morning chooses where we order from.
Since I’m constantly losing the “where to order from” argument, I haven’t yet found the perfect spot. I frequently walk by the Murray Hill Diner, and it looks cute, and it always looks crowded.
I am generally indecisive, but when I’m hungry and hungover, this problem is magnified. This morning, I went with a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich; pancakes; a side of corned beef hash; and a side of French fries. Although this sounds like a lot of food, this was for both of us, and I usually just pick at each.
We waited. And waited. I called 30 minutes after placing the order, and they told me the delivery was about to leave the restaurant. We continued to wait. I called after another 15 minutes. The man told me the delivery was on its way. We waited some more. After another 15 minutes, I had my husband call (he’s sterner than I am). They told him the food had just left. I hate liars.
We received our delivery 73 minutes after placing the order. The fries were terrible: soggy, unsalted, almost uncooked. The pancakes were no better: tasteless and gritty. The corned beef hash was sour. Even the bacon, egg and cheese sandwich was piss-poor. The roll was slightly stale and there was barely an egg in the sandwich. Now how does a restaurant screw up a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich?
Some mornings are just lazy, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But if you are looking for a reliable, quick breakfast, do not order from here.
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