Vegas Diner in Brooklyn

The spot isn't the Vegas Diner anymore, where Italians get the best seat in the house and the nicest waitress. Last week I ate at the rundown Vegas dinner and found that it was as bad as I remember, not that it will stop me. I heard in 2008 they were closed for food handling violation and telling by the hair in my friends breakfast potato's i would say they need a new inspection. This place is falling apart, the booths are peeling and the decor hasn't changed in 20 plus years. For dinner they still sever too much food and charge hardly anything for it. I met for appetizers with my cousin. Our waitress was a woman with a mullet, and the 1980's Bensonhurst favorite curly frizz. She is wearing large brown rimed glasses and I assume she is 50 years old. Later, she divulges that she is in her late thirties.

My cousin and I order the calamari for $9.99 she advises us to pay $12.99 for the platter, we agree to it. I get a tea and my cousin gets a milkshake. The salad starts coming and never stops. First we get pickles, cold slaw, cucumbers, a pile of droopy veggies or junk, bread of all varieties, bread sticks, and a green salad with garlic bread. While we are surrounded with all types of mediocre food, my cousin gets the monster that is his milk shake, the waitress delivers this with pride. Me and my cousin are afraid of what will come next. The waitress tells me she lives in Staten Island and said she grew up in Bensonhurst. I don't have an accent, unless I get angry and then I speak like a "Bensonhurst girl". She starts saying she left "cus no one even speaks English in Bensonhurst," to this comment I smile, but with a dark undertone. I recognize Brooklyn's loss is certainly not Staten island's gain. I tell her I think its a good thing. Despite my obvious disdain with the direction of the conversation, she continues and mentions how "blacks" are now everywhere here. I take a deep breath and aggressively roll my eyes at her and then turn to speak Russian to my cousin, and she quickly goes to another table. This for me is bensonhurst I tell myself.

Dinner arrives and as expected is huge and tasteless. The deep fried calamari have a really gum like effect all of our chewing is to no avail. Eating them was like taking a pill you just have to gulp it. The french fries are freeze section style as well. We quickly and without further incident get the bill. We need to leave and then there are tons of Italian cookies. This is like a blast from the past and the fact that it remains makes me realize that these dinosaurs need to die a quick death so everyone can have good memories.