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According to William Bell, the Hollywood Diner was the one used in the movie,"Diner", which was written about some real characters who went to the Forrest Diner in Northwest Baltimore. "And yes," he says,"gravy on crinkle-cut fries is a Baltimore thing."
Now that I've gotten the grandstanding and shameless self-promotion out of the way, a review of Plato's seems almost anti-climactic. In a nutshell, it's a pretty damn good diner. The prices are nothing to write home about (and indeed, I haven't), but the servings are big, as is the menu. I had what they termed a chicken wrap, but which seemed to me more of a burrito concoction (oh, I realize that in the hiearchy of such things, they are very close cousins [I further realize that hierarchy and cousin shouldn't be in the same metaphor]). Anyway, it was delicious. I got a side of slaw which gets an A-, though truth to be told, I am really leaning toward actually giving it the full A. For dessert, I got a very delicious fudge brownie.
The decor is basically everything you'd expect. There is a register, pastry case, and counter up front. There are jukes at the tables. There is neon and chrome. There is a sign out front proudly proclaiming that the place is open all the time. However, upon closer inspection, it appears that Plato's is only open 24 hours on the weekends. One thing that surprised me somewhat was that the place was pretty barren on this Saturday evening outing. I'll have to find out whether the night comes alive at Plato's...