"A small crowd gathers by the entrance of this 30-year-old diner every weekend morning. No one’s in a rush—not the families catching up by the door, or the folks eating thick pancakes in the booths. But your server will get you in and out if you have a flight to catch. If you’re looking for straightforward french toast covered in syrup or classic eggs benedict with velvety hollandaise, this is a great stop. It’s also a perfect place to spend a slow morning watching the light peek through half-drawn blinds and counting the fake seagulls flying above vintage Coke memorabilia. It feels like all of Miami Springs is at this classic diner on a Sunday morning, and everyone is calling each other by name." - Virginia Otazo, Mariana Trabanino