Ritzy’s Fresh American Diner is the kind of place where George Jetson would feel right at home. It’s that kind of future vision from the 1950s that so many of us grew up with that makes the place feel a bit homey. Lots of chrome and plastic and satellite dishes hanging from the ceilings. This is another overly cute place, but here it works. They hand out little toys instead of numbers for you to sit on your table while you wait for your food to be prepared. The condiments are housed in little wire frame shopping carts.
I had a burger with peppered bacon and a bit of spicy guacamole. This was a really good burger. The bun was soft and fresh, the meat tasted perfect, the bacon was chewy-the way I like it on a hamburger. The fries were the really thin type that all these old style places seem to think are diner fries. They were good too. I could have had fruit or a side salad, but it seemed a bit pointless to bother with that.
The wife had a Coney Dog with some fruit on the side. She seemed pretty happy with it. Now these were not overly large portions, at least I didn’t think they were. But I found that when I was done eating, I really didn’t want to run over and try some of the ice cream. That will have to wait till the next visit. And there will be a next visit.
Ritzy’s 3 stars.
