Duke’s Diner

This is place is SO great it could almost be called a restaurant. When you walk in, you get a breath of atmosphere that could only be found in the american west. Once the door closes behind you all the patrons stop what they are doing and stare at you with a look usually reserved for prison lineups. I was lucky enough that the waitress gave me 25 minutes to soak in this loving atmosphere before taking my drink order. The booth I had sat in with my boyfriend had the rustic feel of an 18^th century school house. The menus that were given to us were printed on the finest of church brochures. After ordering our breakfast I decided to venture into the unisex restroom, and I was ecstatic to see that it was furnished with only the finest materials from your local Ace hardware. To make it feel more like home the toilet paper was left sitting on the sink counter, there was pube on the toilet seat (that wasn’t mine) and there were a pile of dirty clothes behind the door. When I say door, I refer the door I entered through, not the other door that next to the toilet, which was mysteriously locked from the other side.
When our food arrived, I was relieved to see that they took all health and safety measures while preparing our food. The potatoes, were burnt black and garnished with fresh ripe onions. To save on water, the chefs must have cooked the eggs in the same pan, because the eggs were the color of an old mans shoe. It was also very considerate of the chefs to think I was on a diet and give me only two pieces of half cooked bacon. The only negative thing I have to say is that I did not receive one of their «’ Survived Dukes Diner’ t-​shirts. Being a said survivor I feel ostracized from the local community and feel like they should have sold me one of their t-​shirts when I tried to ask. Unfortunately, our waitress must have been busy outside because we never saw her again. I would love to go back, however I do not believe I have the gusto to handle the wild west persona that they show patronage to.

Gosh this place needs some serious revamping. The inside feels like a school cafeteria. Came here for a quick lunch while passing through town. I got a reuben sandwich and my friend got a cheeseburger. The reuben was tiny with dry corned beef and not enough dressing. I had to ask for mustard on the side just to get it down. Friend’s cheeseburger was extremely dry and overcooked. Plattsburgh is small, but there has to be a better diner somewhere in town.

Great prices, staff is amazing, and the portions are huge!

Very poor quality food. I got a chef salad one day and the meat was covered with a gel like substance like you would find on canned meat. The prices are reasonable but the quality is very poor. Also poor customer service.

It’s just a basic, consistently above average breakfast. Prices are very reasonable.

3.5−4
Dukes is a good small town diner– currently my favorite breakfast spot in Plattsburgh. The omelets are large, not greasy, and packed with veggies. Service is usually fast. Add potatoes for $ 2
the lunch menu is mostly meat/​potato dishes but usually the kitchen doesn’t have a problem with leaving the meat out.

I’m from Montréal. Had to come to town to run a few errands with my cousin. Duke’s is a true small town dinner with its booths, arcade games, and owner working the kitchen. We sat down and had a really sweet waitresses who we chatted with for a few minutes. And then I had a corn beef hash which was outstanding.

This place was dirty. The silverware was dirty. The glass with my tea in it was dirty. I ordered a Reuben and I couldn’t eat it. It was so greasy. Never going back!