Review: West Side Diner

By BILL RODRIGUEZ  |  November 26, 2013

Some days later, our breakfast was just as pleasing. The choices ranged widely. If you have a two-fisted appetite you could mosey up to the counter and order “The Hungry Man” ($7.59), which consists of three eggs, a short stack of pancakes, and choice of bacon, sausage, or ham. You could supplement it with the coffee bun ($1.99), at which I did a double take: it was the size of a lumberjack’s fist. “Healthy Choices” include egg white omelettes and a tofu scramble.

I was tempted by the breakfast burrito ($7.99) but ordered the crab cake Benedict ($9.99). Two poached eggs were atop two Maryland-style crab cakes under plenty of Hollandaise sauce that could have used more lemon but was tasty anyway. The side of homemade corned beef hash ($3.59) had more meat than potatoes, to my appreciation. My hash browns had enough brown for crunch, as did Johnnie’s home fries. She was also happy with her chicken fajita omelette ($8.29), the grilled chicken kept company by a nice sauté of peppers and onions.

All in all, West Side does diner dining proud.

West Side Diner | 401.490.0644 | 1380 Westminster St, Providence | Mon-Sat, 6 am-2 pm; Sun, 7 am-2 pm | Major credit cards | BYOB | Sidewalk-level accessible

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