Labor Temple Diner

It's tasty bar food. The prices are pretty reasonable.

**REVIEW FOR MIDNIGHT DINER**

When Saturday night takes its last gaps and becomes Sunday morning and you are up and out and in need of food, The Labour Temple is open and serving breakfast.  Great food, huge portions, and prices that can't be beat.  This is late night, squash a potential hang over kind of meal.

Probably the best hash-brown potatoes that I have had in a long time.  They start serving at midnight, so if you want a more relaxed meal, get there early, as the closer it gets to last call, the place fills up fast.  Food isn't served in the bar area, so park it at the counter or a booth.  If drunk, don't be an assclown and give your server a bad time.  Tip well, they don't get paid enough to babysit all of you losers.

As the clock ticks. the "youngin's" come pouring in (literally) from the other local watering holes, so the IQ drops and the sound volume increases steadily. I remember when I had my first pint, but damn people!! Grow up!!

A few reality checks for the aforementioned crowd :

1. Squeezing your boobs and yelling "wooo hooo" is not sexy to real men.

2.  If you are going to drop "f-bombs", make sure you are flying a better class of aeroplane than a balsa wood flier.

3.  If your hygiene resembles a cross between Sasquatch and a burned out gillnetter , you will not get laid.

4. Rolling with more than one woman doesn't make you a pimp when the tooth count between them is less than ten.  

5.  To the young guy who bar hops with his mom..get a new ride, or at least make sure she doesn't dress like a skanked out crack whore when you two party together.  It's a fine line between convenient and just gross.  Yuck dude!!!

** A small news update -- I was just informed that the night this review was based upon, had a major bar brawl break out that required police intervention.  Multiple fist fights that occurred at and near the very booth that we had just vacated not minutes before. Sad.

If I come back in my second life as a man with a closet full of Carhartt clothing, then I'm moving to Astoria and eating exclusively at Labor Temple. Or, next time I'm in Astoria, i'll simply come back here. Old school without having to try, and classic diner food with massive breakfast plates to fuel you for a cold day on the coast. Everyone knew each other, people were friendly (def includes staff) and it had a good vibe. Great place!