Flamingo Restaurant

Elite '08

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Vicky L.

Jersey City, NJ

Ended up here after partying till 5 am in the morning.  Typical 24 hour diner food - definitely not gourmet, but it's got everything you could be craving when you've been up all night.  

But what I love best is not the food or the ambiance of the place, it's the characters that end up here after a long night.  That of course, is another story for another time.

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Brent S.

San Francisco, CA

I had 20 minutes to eat before I had to give a presentation at the Hyatt 2 blocks away. It was afternoon, but I was looking for breakfast. I asked the waitress if I could be in and out with an omelette in 20 minutes. She said I could be in and out in ten. I said great, and cracked open the menu. Ten seconds later she starts getting nervous, like "Hey, you decided yet? If you don't order your omelette soon I will no longer be able to guarantee the speed you desire, so don't get mad at me...."

Ha ha. This (and by "this" I think I mean both Jersey City and this cafe) is a place where being mad seems to be part of life -- but in an endearing way. The people who work here are caricatures. Like Rhea Perlman on Cheers mixed with a loving Sicilian grandmother mixed with an impatient cab driver. I recommend it as a cultural experience. Only.

I had a florentine omelette, with toast, potatoes, half a grapefruit, and a small orange juice. The omelette was the ugliest I'd ever seen. It looked like vomit, mixed with Hudson River sludge, and then burned. I realized soon that it looked that way because of the canned (or maybe frozen? I don't know) spinach. Yes I'm from California, yes I've had a hundred spinach omelettes, and no, I've never had one with canned spinach before. Maybe I'm the ignorant one. As it turned out, later that evening I would experience canned spinach again on a pizza in Hoboken. So I think that sort of explained why it was such an ugly omelette, and it tasted fine, although it was a little burned. Burnt? Burnt. The toast was boring white toast with really fake looking butter. The potatoes had no flavor. The half grapefruit slice had a little bit of dirt inside it. Unless it was coffee grinds or something. I swear. I still ate it. Orange juice was great. Cash only. In and out in twenty. There you go.

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Elite '08

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Miranda b.

Jersey City, NJ

Greasy spoon hidden  treasure that supplies great midnight munchies after a night on the town. HOWEVER, if dim lighting is what you seek, dont go-this place is lit up like an interrigation room..lol!
but the menu is second to none-they have it all!

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