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Davis (Red)
Mon-Thu. 8:00 a.m. - 11:00 p.m.
Fri-Sat. 8:00 a.m. - 12:00 a.m.
Sun. 8:00 a.m. - 11:00 p.m.
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Hard to write a review about this place when 134 have been written before you - especially when there is so much disparity. I see a lot of 4's, a lot of 1's, and several complaints of food poisoning ....
If there are any places like this in Texas they're way out in the boonies, and there is no exception if they're decades old so this was a welcome sight for someone who was in no mood to dine at a national chain. The service here kinda hit or miss. On day one the waitress reminded me of my grandmother when she was younger, caring but in-yo-face direct. Yeah I'm definitely in Boston, I thought. The next visit the following day, I took a bit longer for my order and requested a minor change or two - she looked at me like I was some spoiled nephew of JR Ewing. "Are you from here?"
Whatever.
Breakfast here is respectable, this is an easy way to get a decent omelette at a good price. The first was a Western with cheese, eggs were just right and plenty of peppers and onions but the ham? Not so much ..... I was curious about the Italian one, never had I heard of eggs being topped with marinara. As I will never eat eggs with ketchup I had to ask for that on the side. Turns out its good, especially on an omelette with the mozzarella stretching out everywhere. Home fries were ok but I woulda preferred them cooked longer for some hot crispiness.
It seems like this place could be great if it could be consistent.
So this place closes at 11, huh? Well that's funny because I tried walking in at 10:45 the other night and a heavy-set waitress was blocking the door. Literally, with her back shoved against the door, not letting anybody in.
I tapped on the glass.
She scowled and said, "We're CLOSED." snarl snarl meanie face. What an attitude!
Well, maybe instead of just blocking the door, you should flip the goddamn OPEN sign to CLOSED. Maybe? No?
If 'rosebud' was code name for you-know-what, well, there's another word for that. Starts with a C.
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This place is stocked with character from the outburstingly jovial proprietors to the classic booths housed in a chromed exterior. Unfortunately, the food quality is nowhere to be seen. I went there for a mid-day breakfast and was roundly disappointed.
The coffee was weak and poor quality, the ingredients of the breakfast dishes were cheap, and generally I felt like good flavor was not a priority in their recipes.
Our waitress was fun and lovely, but that's not enough to bring me back so I can spend 50% more than normal on diner food that makes me slightly ill before I've even left. If you do go, try a club sandwich--those at least looked appetizing.
I can't believe that recent reviews gave 3 stars. This place is the perfect spot for an episode of Kitchen Nightmare with Gordon Ramsey.
We should have walked past the place when we saw the sign saying "Cook Wanted." But we had memories of days past when the place was a fun and decent diner experience.
The food; Two specials: Lasagna with garlic bread and homemade chicken pot pie served in a tortilla shell. Lasagna: Huge ugly slab, enough for three people, burned on one side, noodles brown on the bottom, topped with dried parsley. No garlic bread, asked for it, brought white toast with butter and garlic powder. This was my daughters meal, I didn't let her eat it.
Pot pie: bag of frozen vegetables, chicken broth over-thickened with corn starch. I can just imagine the conversation in the kitchen: "How do we get rid of this mush"? How about glopping it into a tortilla shell and put on special"? Yeah! Three 1 inch pieces of boiled chicken. I could not eat it.
My husband got fish and chips. That didn't look too bad,
pre-breaded frozen fish dropped into the fryer.
The Waitress: We told her we couldn't eat the food and wanted the lasagna and pot pie taken off the bill. She refused. She took the lasagna back into the kitchen and cut off the burned end and denied that it was a week old. Brought it back out hoping we would accept it. Looked like it had been dropped on the floor. I said "no." Then she said too bad about the pot pie, that's the way it comes, but she would cook up some more chicken and put it in the shell. It was surreal.
We stood our ground and said please just take the food and bring the bill. She said she'd take the pot pie off the bill (it was the least expensive).
The meals were not inexpensive: Pot pie $10.95, lasagna $12.95.
Usually we just accept rotten food and vow to never go there again. This was just to awful.
Food edible... Not outstanding...high priced. I brought my son. I know it is not geared toward Children. But they were rude period. My son is well behaved. The waitress (who was about two hundred years old) had the people skills of roadkill. To have breakfast and be fifty dollars short sucked. Not impressed at all. How do you mess up breakfast? They found a way!
Wow. So I thought this place looked like a nice joint to grab some breakfast, what a story...
Not only do you get really bad service and crappy overpriced food, you get food poisoning for a week and sh*t blood.
This was the ONLY meal that weekend that I didn't share with my boyfriend, and I ended up in the hospital. Avoid this place like the plague.
Great Diner food - not posh foodie stuff, and you have to ask for the special hot sauce. Great place for weekend breakfasts.
Despite the undeniable feeling that you're eating in a museum, the Rosebud is too good of a diner to just be seen as a novelty.
I've been coming here for years and am impressed each time by the consistency of quality. Every time I get an omelette, it is fluffy, tasty, perfectly folded and served with the same seasoned potatoes. I am just as certain to be full and happy for under $10 as I am to see the polished countertop and hazy morning light pouring in through the windows.
The service is great, the booths are big enough for four, and I've always left happy. And I don't even need to pay admission to the exhibit.
If I did not know what Rosebud's namesake was before - my first trip to the railcar style diner certainly sealed the deal.....I do now.
When we entered the diner, we were the only ones there, we were concerned that it might be a sign! Our server had a smoke drenched voice and I half expected a name tag on her shirt to read "Flo" and bright red lipstick to be smeared on her teeth.
We were confused by the specials - as they were listed on the regular menu, but were still in awe of the diner experience and willing to give it a shot.
Excited at the potential, we ordered the Chicken Strips with "special Russian Sauce" (you know how I like my russian stuff!!). Little fun fact - "special Russian Sauce" is essentially Thousand Island Dressing....sneaky russians ha ha ha ha
Anyway, we ordered basic diner food - burgers and fries. While in the process of enjoying our yummy grease soaked food, several groups of confused, non-english speaking teenagers came in. Apparently, some masochist of a teacher had created a scavenger hunt and these students needed to know what movie the name "Rosebud" came from and what "Rosebud" was. Our server (the only person on duty other than the cook), had the patience, of well.....a diner waitress, thinking speaking loudly will overcome the fact that they do not speak the language (interesting theory....):
"IT'S FROM CITIZEN KANE.....CITIZEN...YOU KNOW...LIKE U.S. CITIZEN (mouths curse words under her breath, cough cough, wheezing, curse word). KANE...K - A - N - E. Yeah Yeah, and ROSEBUD WAS A SLED, S - L - E - D. LIKE KIDS USED TO RIDE, IN SNOW, wait, do they have snow in Asia (looking around the diner at other patrons aimlessly)?
Ahhhh Rosebud. I waited 7 months to try eating in your booths...and to think...I could have waited 7 more... ha ha but hey - at least we got dinner and a show!
All and all - we had 2 beers, an appetizer, and 2 dinners for $30 plus entertainment! Not bad!
I bet they make a mean hang over breakfast! mm mmmm
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Cool art deco feel - reasonable prices and fun spot to stop at odd hours.
Who doesn't love a good diner? This place is small, a quintessential box car diner, and I can imagine feeling a little abused if it were too busy in there. Luckily, when I went it was fairly empty.
The food was pretty standard diner fare (although I thought the fries were delicious), but the waitress was lovely and I'm certainly not use to a diner with a full bar!
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This place used to be awesome.
We're talking years ago so, I'm sad at what this place has become.
I'm also a diner afficiando (lame!) so I know what I'm talking about! I think!
New management tried to modernize the place. Food and service quality dwindled. It looks cool from the outside. Don't be fooled. They do serve beer on tap - which gives it an extra star in my book. I never go here when I'm in the 'hood these days....
I was staying with friends in Davis Square this weekend, and we went to the Rosebud for brunch/lunch late Saturday morning. We walked in and were able to get a booth immediately, which is always a plus. And the place is full of kitschy Americana and I love that stuff!
Our server was really nice, though the rest of the waitstaff seemed more than a little surly (definitely heard many variations of the f-bomb and I thought it was a little early for that) However, their Bloody Mary is perfect - spicy and potent and only 6 bucks. The egg dishes and home fries were tasty and the portions were huge. I'll definitely come back when I'm back in the neighborhood.
Perfectly adequate. Dead early on a Sunday morning which I was surprised about. Definitely worth the kitsch factor for sure. Food quality and quantity is nothing to write home about but the price is completely fair.
Real diner car, real diesel coffee, real greasy breakfast, real history, real old waitresses, real good counter service, real crowded...
Real good!
It's always nice to see authentic diner cars, even updated ones... and their staff certainly takes pride in Rosebud's saga - they have copies of their write up in Road Food available and mention them unhawkishly to interested parties...
Most recently I took a group of twelve here and while I don't recommend you recreate this particular Herculean feat it was astonishingly pleasant - half of us sat at the counter and the other half took up two booths directly across from them... everyone had elbow room and could converse easily with the bulk of the group... with twelve folks ranging in age from two to sixty our orders were a profound mix of breakfast, lunch and dinner comestibles...
Breakfast specials, eggs Benedict, western omelets, grilled artichoke hearts, homemade chili, Caesar salads, BLTs, combo platters, fish and chips, charburgers and all manner of side dish and drink were all palanquined to us, scrumptious hecatombs to the diner gods...
There were even a few mimosas and Harpoons floating about... everything was delivered timely, prepared/mixed to satisfaction, the bill was reasonable and Davis Square makes for a great walking tour...
Definitely make the Rosebud one of your stops for food if you're in the area...
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If you find yourself in Davis Square and have a hankering for a big plate of comfort food...then this is your place. The space is tiny and classic. The staff are hardened in a cozy diner sort of way and the price is right.
I think the breakfast options beat the dinner ones hands-down but you really can't go wrong here. The only thing that could make it better? A rotating pie wheel, of course.
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Awoke with a hangover and stumbled down the block late on a Friday morning with my then-significant-other. Surprise, there's a line! Hey, dude behind me in line, nice fitted baseball cap! What's that, you hooked up with Becky down the block last night at Stevie's pahty? Good for you. I'm squinting into the sun and the only reasons I hadn't left yet is because I can smoke out here and my date was from the suburbs and thinks that cutesy shit like this is "quaint."
Two Camels later (about thirty minutes) they let us in and squeezed us between a family with small children running loose between everyone's ankles and screaming at the top of their lungs and an old guy eating alone. I'm waiting to meet people and have the audacity to peek at my phone to check the time. "NO CELL PHONES." Um, it's on vibrate, bitch. Do something about those little terrors tripping up your bus boy first. Oh, now she's yelling at my 80-something booth neighbor for opening a newspaper. He's eating breakfast alone on a weekday; what else is he supposed to do? Oh. Oh, stare at the wall. I see.
I'll sum up the rest. I have the same hash browns in my freezer at home; they come from CostCo and I make them much better than they do here. (A little cayenne, bell peppers, and maybe a shake of parmesan can go a long way.) Poached eggs shouldn't be laying in a pool of grease, seemingly awaiting their demise with a sort of grim patience. (Grease with little black flecks in it! Flecks of what?!) The french toast was dry and everything was cold by the time it reached me. The coffee was burned, which is good, because if I'd wanted refills I would've been disappointed. The jukebox was broken; I learned this because the kids next to me begged mom and dad for change to put in, then returned crying. I forget what my date ordered, but I remember him never receiving the glass of water he'd asked for. Not so quaint anymore, is it?
I recall tipping pretty poorly (because my waitress sucked at waiting tables) and almost feeling bad about it, but then I saw her tell the crying kids that they couldn't have their quarters back, and my guilt trip magically vanished.
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Ah, diners. Having been born and bred in the great Garden State, I have a great appreciation for diners. Last Sunday I ventured over to the Rosebud Diner with a friend to try my luck at finding an authentic diner experience; I was not disappointed.
The Rosebud is a traditional train car diner, so it goes without saying that it becomes overwhelmingly crowded in there pretty easily on a weekend late morning / early afternoon. My friend and I put our names on the list and then waited outside the diner car (really, that's how busy it was in there). Before too long, we found ourselves seated on stools at the bar, simultaneously drooling over the food that we saw being delivered and being entertained by the boisterous banter of the friendly wait staff.
I ordered the Portuguese omelet ($7.50?) , which I really enjoyed; it featured cheese, peppers, and chorizo, which I found to be pretty exciting. Salsa was served on the side. It also came with hash browns and very thoroughly buttered toast. I would never put that much butter on my toast myself, but I must say it was the most decadent toast I've ever enjoyed. I liked my omelet so much that I almost hurt myself trying to finish it. My only complaint was that my orange juice was a little disappointing; it just didn't taste right.
I really enjoyed Rosebud Diner, and look forward to coming back again at night in order to take advantage of their full bar.
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SO Hit or Miss!
I'd love to love to this place, it's cute, different (from the outside) and could be a real gem for the 'Ville, Unfortunately, too many wrong-kind-of-rude encounters with aunty-the-waitress turned me off. Other times I've been there and the various barmen have been great with us and made it an enjoyable lunch or dinner.
The food is pretty average but the atmosphere and service could really elevate the experience with some effort.
Kelly's Diner in Ball Sq is a great alternative with the right-kind-rude waitesses. Looking for brunch? Johnny D's, Soundbites and Kelly's all do great grub for the Sunday hangovers.
not sure I can really add much to the reviews that are already here, but anyway....
I really like the Rosebud. It's exactly what an old-timey diner should be. It has a long counter and several booths...and it's built in an old train car. The food is what you would expect. Greasy and good and cheap. This place is very busy on the weekends for a reason. One time, I was sitting at a booth directly behind a fat guy at the bar who was showing A LOT of buttcrack throughout my whole breakfast. That was gross.
The food's not the best, the service isn't the best, but you just gotta love the atmosphere. I never feel bad about being doubled over in my late night binge drinking induced hangover coma. Plus, it's CHEAP. And they serve alcohol. There are much better places in the square for brunch.
Only been here once, but I like it. I like the old-school diner car feel and the view out the windows at night. I like the different Harpoons on tap. I like the very reasonable prices for the above average menu options.
My fish and chips were quite good and satisfying but the "Tabasco Onion Rings" weren't very Tabasco-y at all. My friend had a problem with everything coming to him a bit luke warm, including his Spiked Hot Apple Cider and meatloaf. But my other friend's steak tips were cooked to order perfectly. So maybe one-third of the time things might be a little off, but I had a great inexpensive meal here -- nothing fancy, just solid, hearty fare.
The liquor license definitely scores them some points but they probably won't be stealing too much of my business from Watertown's Deluxe Town Diner if all I'm after is some diner food. But I can see this being a definite Plan B for dinner and a movie if I ever tire of having Redbones in that scenario.
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The old school dining cart is pretty nice and cute to look at. And that's the end of my positive things to say about this place.
Never in my life have I been to a place that is so consistent with not impressing me in any way. I have given them a 3rd, 4th and 5th chance, and I am still not enjoying it, and I am done going here.
To be fair, I expect a place this small to be crowded, but the lack of waiting area sucks when it is cold outside. Our last trip here ended quick as we waited by the kitchen doors attempting to be out of the way, and we watched a guy who was on the list get ignored and someone who came after him get seated. He mentioned it to the lady taking names, got some attitude, then they sat ANOTHER person ahead of him. I was amazed he didn't leave. We were rudely talked to by a waitress with a coffee pot walking by us, telling us to go outside, so we did...and went down the street to eat elsewhere.
I don't demand a hug and having my hand held when I go out to eat, but the rudeness amazed me each time I went here. Just overall nasty attitude.
I also always thought diners were supposed to be somewhat affordable. This place is a bit pricey for a tiny diner.
Go elsewhere for breakfast, lunch or dinner...yes Rosebud has booze, just like every other non fast food restaurant in Davis.
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One time, my boy Jallow and I were going to our band's practice near Davis. We were hungover as hell, so we decided to get some grub before we started jammin. We hit up Rosebud, and on the way in, we both noticed a dude at a stool and when we sat down and both agreed that it had to be Marc Summers. During our meal, we cracked jokes about Double Dare - like getting on opposite ends of the bar and trying to shoot ketchup into a cup on the other guy's head as a "physical challenge". On our way out, Jallow asks him "aren't you Marc Summers?" and outside the freaking place, I still hear "WHY YES I AM!!!!! THANKS FOR ASKING!!! WHATS YOUR NAME!! HOW OLD ARE YOU?" etc etc. Loudest mofo ever.
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This is a nicely preserved Worcester Lunch Car with a rather gorgeous exterior -- it's not often you see a Worcester car painted black (the Two Sisters Owl Diner in Lowell is the only other one I can think of) and the rose-on-black theme is very nice and oh-so-Irish.
Sadly, I can only give this place three stars. I am always let down by the food here. I came with a friend the other night and we ordered a waffle and "English Fries." The waffle was apparently the worst waffle my friend had ever had, and was probably frozen just prior, since it was late night and they weren't operating the grill anymore. The fries were just oversalted baked-then-fried potatoes cut into eighths with not enough malt vinegar. Bland and oversalty.
Other times I've come here the food has been similarly bad-to-mediocre, although you can't go wrong with a club sandwich.
On the other hand, they serve booze here. Did I mention that yet? Did I say it loudly enough? THIS IS A DINER FEATURING BOOZEAHOL. It is, in fact, one of my favorite places to drink in Davis. And they mix 'em strong here.
So, between the bad food and the existence of booze, the Rosebud gets three stars.
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I had a very pleasant experience here with my parents. They really liked the authentic feel of the place - and the cheap prices.
The Greek omelet was full of feta and too greasy.
I'm not sure I like that the toast was already pre-buttered.
The homefries were also doused in oil.
Water served in styrofoam cups? Why?
So... it was a fun experience, but I'm pretty sure I'd try another brunch place before coming here again.
Listen, I'm not gonna tell you all the rules this place has, so your on your own there. Hands down the best breakfast there is and I've been to em all.
The full bar also helps.
Don't get on Helen's bad side on the weekends though
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Ever since I moved from Watertown to Medford, I've been looking for a nearby diner to replace Wilsons as my go-to for a simple, filling breakfast. The line at Sound Bites was a block long and I'd heard some good things about Rosebud Diner, so that's where we stopped this morning.
The wait to get a table wasn't too bad - we were seated at the counter within 10 minutes. Service was super friendly, but definitely on the slow side. Our beverage order was taken right away. I asked for a glass of juice and the largest glass of water she could find, because I was painfully dehydrated from the night before. Our drinks didn't show up for 10 minutes, and she forgot my water. It took another 15 minutes before she came back to take our order (still no water). Then we waited another 25 minutes for our order to come up (and still no water). Five minutes later, finally got my water.
The food was definitely 'meh.' I got the weekend special with eggs, French toast, bacon, sausage and potatoes. The French toast was pretty good, but the eggs (poached) left much to be desired. The bacon, sausage and potatoes were unremarkable. My friend got the waffles with blueberries; the waffles came out cold, and the fruit was clearly out of a can.
I might come back and give them another try, but I don't expect to become a regular.
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My appetite on the morning after a night out on the town increases exponentially the closer it gets to noon -- to the point where I may have to eat two or three breakfasts worth of food before I'm officially ready to stand up from the table, walk outside, and seize the day. I've been to Rosebud twice for brunch, and so far I have not been let down.
I tend to just order the first four to eight things off the menu that look yummy. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage, home fries, whatever. This has proven effective, and was in fact my strategy the first time I had brunch at Rosebud. The second time, however, they had some sort of weekend special going that was two or three plates of food for about $8 -- so obviously, I went with that. I was pretty happy when I was done with it all (but I decided to go ahead and finish all of my friends' breakfasts for them anyway).
The only bummer about Rosebud is that there is often a line outside for brunch on weekends. The upside is that you appreciate that first bite of omelette or pancake or sausage so much more.
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This place has some real charm... but the most negative review by Emily is just as accurate as any of the more positive. The staff is smiling and pleasant but tend to get to you in their own sweet time and pace, which is both quaint and annoying as hell because it does not matter if they are busy or not for this to happen.
They will trash customers they do not like in earshot of everyone else at the bar once you have left... so it kind of makes you wonder what they are saying about you when you leave.
Now about the food... breakfast is all we have ever had here and it you stick to the basics you will be all right. The hash is the best in 5-6 town area (tried them all) but the homefries suck... the coffee can be good or not so good; it would be better served with cream, but they tend to serve only milk. For a laugh, sit at the end of the bar and watch every employee in the place start shuffling the creamer containers every 30 seconds... like they are all looking for a winning lottery ticket under one of them.
Ignore the no cell phone sign unless you can be convinced the microwaves might interfere with the toaster operation.
Some Pros: they work the small area well and get the place as full as possible and try to get you in and out as best possible. There is liquor (seeing anyone drink an IPA with breakfast will jumpstart a conversation for sure... and keep you off that cell phone). The food is consistent, the prices are reasonable.
There is better food right up the street at the Rene Cafe, but you can brew better coffee with your socks as a filter and an enema bag as the pot.
I can say no more.
As some of you may know from Joey's past reviews, the ever-companionable Trixy is known as a "good eater". However, not unlike a blue moon or solar eclipse, there is that rare instance when the girl is just not hungry. The cold winter afternoon we stopped at the Rosebud diner in Davis Square was just such an occasion, and sure to go down in the annals of Boston dining lore for several reasons unrelated to her appetite.
Fresh from an altercation at resale clothing shop "Poor Little Rich Girl" around the corner (where she loudly refused to pick up several dozen women's cotton boat neck tops she'd heaved onto the floor) Trixy slumped sullenly into the vinyl upholstered diner booth and ordered up a hot tea, straight, no chaser. I ordered a double-decker BLT. The trouble began when our harpy waitress notified us we could not sit in a booth unless we both ordered food.
"You gotta sit at the counter" the witch informed as she steered us onto two stools situated at the end of the bar near the door. "Dis place could get busy real fast. We need to keep dem booths free". At the moment, the "place" was empty except for a single booth containing an elderly couple gumming their grilled cheese. Nearby, three harpy waitress types milled around cackling, drinking shots of Captain Morgan and Coke. Somebody that looked like a busboy drifted to the kitchen. Maybe he was one of the waitresses sons delivering crack cocaine. I couldn't be sure since I was somewhat distracted by the overhead vent streaming a typhoon of 3000 degree heated air straight into our faces. I noticed that Trixy had lapsed into unconsciousness.
"Say, it's very warm in here" I observed to our waitress. "Can you shut off that heat?". Her answer was NO and followed by a convoluted explanation of oil burner capacity, blower timing devices, and fossil fuel prices. "Can we move to a different seat?", I countered. At this, the entire harpy waitress cabal cackled their evil reply: NO, they wished to avoid the exertion of tidying up two new place settings.
By this time Trixy was coming out of her heat-induced stupor and began loudly posing a number of probing questions such as "WHY THE &$@! IS IT SO HOT IN THIS &%$#@ PLACE?" and "WHO IS THIS DIZZY B$%CH?". When she groped a hand into her pocketbook I saw the familiar flash of a switchblade stiletto and knew it was time to leave. I threw $14 on the counter and pushed her out the door, never, I hope, to return.
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Diner is a title. It should be earned and maintained based on certain criteria. A diner should only be allowed to bear that powerful and wonderous name IF and ONLY IF it meets the following standards:
-there is a fridge with many pies behind the counter
-they serve breakfast all the time
-there are visible coffee pots
-milkshakes and malts are on the menu
-there's a jukebox
-they're open 24/7
-they serve curly fries
-they serve grilled cheese
-nothing is over $10
Rosebud does NOT by any means meet these standards, and should not be allowed to grace it's name with the Diner title! The specials at Rosebud were like baked salmon with au jus sauce or something and shrimp scampi... diner specials should be meatloaf and double cheeseburgers.
The average menu price is just over $10, the food was sad, and the service... well below diner standards... which is very bad.
And to think Rosebud is on the cover of the New England Diner Guide. What a shame.
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I'm a big fan of the whole Sunday-brunch-at-small-diners thing, so I came to Rosebud's at the recommendation of a friend with high expectations. That being said, it was definitely not the best diner I've ever been too, but it was still a decent meal in the end.
The place was packed when we got there around noon, but a few spaces at the counter cleared out pretty quick. The busboy is a constant fixture in the dining area, ducking in-between people often to set things up or take things away, since there is apparently no room for him behind the counter and none of the women can be bothered to pick up an empty plate. When the food finally came, the portions were good-sized and my eggs and bacon were just right. Their coffee left something to be desired, though...
So i went here about 4 times in one week on sheer coincidence and every time was a lovely experience! I went on a first date here and it was probably the best place to get to know someone- quiet, adorable and filled with sassy waitresses, my favourite is the one with the beehive. Rock on!
So the food is awesome, prices reasonable and the holiday decor is unbeatable. I would definitely come here on a date, bring your mom, bring your bffs or just come alone and have their amazing mozzarella sticks. MMM
Meh is right. It just doesn't make any sense to go here. Unless your thing is "OMG I eat at diner dives! I'm sew quirky!!". In that case whatever, I don't want to hold you back from being you. Yeah, it's totally adorable eating in that little car, but quaintness is why they have been in business so long. It's definitely not because the food is great. I would dare to say it isn't even good. Driest french toast I evah, and my friend was served broccoli despite having ordered spinach. Eh, both green, same thing! Unfrozen broccoli, and unfrozen home fries.
One star for each of the two waitresses we had. The peachiest! And they helped me camouflage my outside coffee.
No matter what your cooking background, I am 100% sure you could make better food at home.
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The Rosebud Dinner will not be on anyone's list of Boston culinary highlights, but in terms of an authentic diner experience of grabbing a meal and drinkg, you can't really beat it. My sister and were here on Good Friday, and we were offered a complimentary fish soup while we waited for our meals. The soup was quite tasty, and our meals were good, as well. My sister truly enjoyed her cajun chicken sandwich (loved the coleslaw!) and Harpoon beer, while my BLT was not bad at all. The woman who waited on us (the owner maybe?) was funny and friendly and great -- not the kind of service I'm used to in DC, sadly enough.
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For all the cussin' that came from my waitress (the one with the sloppy Dorothy Hamill do), you'd think she was the one who laid the eggs for my omelet.
After reading the reviews of the girls of "Tiny" house, I knew not to go for they service-I went for the homemade hash, which was shit-fucking-tastic. (I'll take bad food service in lieu of a good church service any Sunday, as long as I get to have hash and a mimosa.)
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Who can resist this adorable retro dump of a boxcar that is randomly plopped in the midst of the 5 star restaurants? Being able to eat breakfast at 3pm is a privilege! And duh...if you arrive during a rush, it will definitely detract from your dining experience. This place is a magnet for the everyday working schlub to kick back and absorb this greasy spoon with a fork and knife.
Don't enter this place if you:
- lack a sense of humor
- carry a 2 x 4 up your asshole (right next to your cash-free wallet)
- have irrationally high standards for diners and the food
- expect a comfortable seat and won't rub shoulders with your dining pals
- are rather health-conscious
or
- expect the staff to lick your overpriviledged butts
...because!...
- diner: unserious matication forum (ditch the suit, throw on the slacks)
- you'll get wood at the first bite of your buffalo wings (tip with cash, jerks!)
- mhm..if you prefer SB, Kelly's or the lame-o Bickfords, the 'Bud is equipped with two exit doors
- Jet Blue may give you extra legroom but here, you'll have to knee-wrestle because that's what friends are for (Fung Wah is much worse)
- Vegans needn't impose their ideals at this joint, seriously!!
and
- the waitress will crassly joke around with you
(nibblers need not enter..come hungry or go home)
PS- Citizen Kane's last words are the perfect verbatim.
People thought this was:
Rosebud's is just another greasy boxcar diner. Really greasy. Their breakfast was decent, with tasty eggs, french toast, regular toast and hash browns. (Their hash browns could use some help).
I was surprised to see that they are open until 3pm, but they have beers on tap - and decent beers too, like UFO. Yummm!
Great alternative to waiting in line at Kelly's Diner, Sound Bites, Ball Square Diner or the Broken Yolk if you're in the mood for some greasy breakfast food, but I wouldn't come here on a hot day...they don't have any AC. Did I mention that their food is really greasy?
People thought this was:
Dear Rosebud Diner,
You introduced me to homemade Corn Beef Hash. You may as well have introduced me to god.
I thank and love you,
Anastasia R.
People thought this was:
Somerville, MA
Category: Diners
Somerville, MA
Category: American (Traditional)
Neighborhood: Davis Square
Category: Italian
Neighborhood: Davis Square
Category: Bars
Somerville, MA
Category: Diners
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