Mr X is delighted, I finally have a ‘job’ that puts food on the table! I am officially a food blogger, and what better place to be invited to dine but The Rockin Diner, @11 Club Street. If you want all-american food, the taste, the SIZE, the smiles…this is the place to head. Open Mon-Sat 12pm to 12am.
Mrs Freeloader gives the Rockin Diner the thumbs up!
My favourite were their ENORMOUS hot dogs, a fantastic smokey tasting chilli sauce and home-made Lasagna and a bad-ass selection of American, Belgium and European Beers and Ales. AND if YOU’RE the bad-ass, you have to check out their American desserts; The Nutella-Misu (a Tiramisu gone nuts!), and Peanut Butter Oreo Pie. Homer Simpson eat your heart out, then loosen that belt a notch, sit back and droooool…
The restaurant has a laid-back feel and Kelly the owner is a great guy and has a passion for American food and a good sense of humour. There are plenty of charismatic dishes – try The Philadelphia Cheese Steak, a filleted steak covered in caramalised onions, sautéed peppers and 3 cheese served on a ciabatta.
“American food is all about over-indulgence and generous portions,” Kelly says. “We are adamant in keeping The Rockin’ Diner true to the same vision, so we serve everything big, or we don’t even bother”.
My favourite ‘dog’ of the evening was The Frankenstein, half pork, half beef, and covered in smokey chilli sauce. Mr X and I waxed lyrical about the perfect union of ‘two meats one bun’….we amused ourselves no end, and washed it down with a risqué bottle of ‘F***ing Hell’ beer and ‘A Dead Pony’ ale. Sweet.
Just need to get my hands on the recipe for one of those all american pie’s…
No post about an American diner would be complete without some Travolta and Thurman boggie-ing down… Enjoy y’all.