I\u2019ve already waxed nostalgic about my love for Jersey diners, and the one in the airport was obviously a kitschy version \u2013 stainless steel chairs, red vinyl booths, neon lights, the whole bit. Still, it was more comfortable sitting in a booth than on those hard chairs by the gate, plus there was food involved.<\/p>\n

$\"Kitschy$

Kitschy diner decor<\/p><\/div>\n

We took our time deciding, and finally settled on Jersey eggs benedict for me (with Taylor ham instead of Canadian bacon), a bacon\/egg\/cheese sandwich for Josh, and a side order of fries to share. I asked the waitress if I could have the hollandaise on the side, and she seemed really confused, like she didn\u2019t know eggs benedict comes with hollandaise. Regardless, my order showed up with the sauce on the side as requested but unfortunately, the eggs were way overcooked. One still had a tiny bit of runny yolk, while the other was almost completely hard-boiled. I generally hate sending things back, but a hard-boiled poached egg for eggs benedict is inexcusable.<\/p>\n

$\"Overcooked$

Overcooked eggs on my Jersey eggs benedict<\/p><\/div>\n

I flagged the waitress down, apologized first, and asked if I could new eggs since mine were overcooked. Again, she seemed really confused. I was trying to explain to her that the poached eggs should be runny, and she asked if I wanted them done \u201cmedium.\u201d I don\u2019t even know what that means! I\u2019ve never been asked how I wanted my eggs done to a temperature, just whether I wanted them scrambled, or over easy, etc. So now I was also confused, because if I wanted runny eggs, do I order them rare? I didn\u2019t want the whites to be runny though, because that\u2019s not right either. So after some confused looks back and forth, I just restated that I would like the yolks to be still runny, not hard-boiled, handed my plate back, and hoped for the best. She returned with eggs that were better, but not perfect. I think the temperature of the water they were poaching the eggs in was too high because the yolk still had a layer of hard-boiling on the outside, but it was much runnier on the inside. The cheese on Josh\u2019s sandwich was quickly congealing so I just sucked it up and went with it.<\/p>\n

$\"Better$

Better eggs, but not great<\/p><\/div>\n

I\u2019ve never really had Taylor ham before, even though it\u2019s a NJ staple, but it tasted ok, kind of like a mix between mild bologna and mild salami, if that makes sense. Josh\u2019s sandwich was fine and exactly what he expected it to be.<\/p>\n

$\"Bacon,$

Bacon, egg, and cheese on a roll<\/p><\/div>\n

The fries were standard as well.<\/p>\n

$\"Gee$

The usual<\/p><\/div>\n

To kill some more time, Josh ordered a vanilla milkshake, which was served in a classic tall glass with whipped cream and a cherry on top. This was the best thing we had – creamy, sweet, and just the right consistency.<\/p>\n

$\"Classic$

Classic vanilla milkshake<\/p><\/div>\n

To be fair, I wasn\u2019t expecting much from this breakfast. We\u2019re at an airport, after all. And just to warn you, Josh got a cup of coffee and said yes when asked if he wanted a refill. She took the mug away, filled it up, and brought back the same mug. In the end, we were charged for both coffees. I guess we should never assume that coffee refills are free, but usually at a diner they are. Our mistake. But the whole egg situation really threw me for a loop. Am I just crazy? Has anyone else been asked if they wanted their eggs cooked \u201cmedium\u201d before?<\/p>\n

Garden State Diner<\/em>
\nAt Newark Airport
\nNewark, NJ<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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