The 50's Diner

As an avid food blog reader, I've come across this Diner's name that's supposedly the best in Baguio. Since we're around town, I figured I'd swing by and sample the food. The 50's Diner is located near the Carmelite Sisters in Baguio (or more commonly known as the "Pink Sisters"). Sadly enough, the food was inevitably forgettable. The ambiance certainly reflected the name but unfortunately, not the food.

I ordered a platter combo (I forgot the name) that included one piece of pork chop, spaghetti, garlic bread, veggies, pizza, chicken and a choice of either rice or fries. I went with the fries trying to keep up with the whole Machete diet facade. The pork chop was poorly seasoned and tasted like it was taken out of the freezer, pan fried and cooked well done. I know this because I've done it many times and this is exactly how it tasted. The spaghetti was too sweet and reminded me of a Jollibee meal along with the chicken. Yes, the chicken tasted like a Jollibee chicken joy. The veggies was your typical buttered corn, carrots and beans which tasted like they have been sitting in a plate for a while. The sitaw was getting dark around the edges and the carrots looked old too. The fries were tolerable, baked and a little too soggy for my taste. The pizza tasted exactly like the ones you buy in the streets peddled using a bike and to put the icing on the top of this horrible meal was a non-crunchy garlic bread that used margarine instead of butter.


Meanwhile, Danna ordered a Tempura meal which didn't register any taste at all. The batter pretty much consisted 80% of the meal and the Tempura sauce was comparable to a thick Salabat that lack sugar and actual ginger. The prawns made my tongue itchy which would indicate that it's not so fresh.



I regret having to spend close to 500 php for this meal. I hope I never have to again. It was very disappointing considering the price and the wait (yes, there was a line!). The staff were so busy, we had to ask twice for everything apart from the bill. In an unrelated note, wearing a 50's Diner uniform in pink must be cool. You get to call people "dollface" with a raspy cigarette-damaged voice.