Years ago I was on a road trip from Texas to Ohio. The giant rooster was an interesting and inviting signal to stop and have some dinner. I will spare the details of my ill fated and life changing adventure, but this diner immediately made me feel at home. I ended up eating here three times in two months as I just so happened to pass it. In a very literal way, the staff and home cooked food saved my life. Maybe no one will read this, but if you are a traveler, I would suggest going hundreds of miles out of your way to eat here, and if you are staff and reading this, I want to say thank you, and as weird as it may seem, I love you all for changing my life path for the better. I will be back one day, and I will ALWAYS sing the praises of this small, but amazing diner.
Good average diner food, tinged with memories of driving by as a kid and delighting in the giant rooster statue.  I've only visited for breakfast and have never been disappointed....you just need to keep your expectations realistic.  I've tried the biscuits & gravy, various omelettes and other diner breakfast staples...and maybe a slice of pie here and there.  The service is adequate and restroom clean.  It is also a great  cheap way to start a road trip, if driving down from Ft. Wayne or up from Indy. Bonus=giant rooster photo ops!
Review Source:Pretty good selection on the menu. Â Decent prices. Â They had about a dozen specials on the board. Â I had one of the fish dinner specials. Â The server wasn't especially attentive, forgot part of my meal (side dish and drink). Food was decent.
Saw a family of four leave because their server was too slow in getting around to take their order.
Play area outside by the Giant Rooster. Â Big Rig parking out back. Â Open 24 hours. Â Smoking and non-smoking areas.
On our "refrain from the chain" dining vacation we stopped at Ugaldes on our way back to Michigan. Very friendly staff and great service. The menu was suprisingly large and the prices are reasonable. I ordered the philly steak sandwich and was very pleased. Very large and tasty. My wife ordered the Monte Cristo and was unhappy with the cinnamon french toast used. COuld leave out the cinnamon, really took away from the flavor. She wanted no more than 3 stars and I agree.
We will eat here again when traveling!
Day two of our road trip to San Diego... stop 2.
We bailed on Fort Wayne with a quickness and got right on the road... right into more blizzard and ice conditions. This of course seems to be how Sarah and I prefer to travel. If there aren't weather advisories being released hourly and cars, semis, and four wheel drive driving soccer moms in the ditches... we just aren't happy.
So, my little '03 Audi A4 decides to light up the dashboard with an odd looking alarm, and instead of freaking out, we pull over at the next exit and investigate. Pulling into the nearest diner (for what is good investigative behavior other than to do it over diner coffee), grab the manual, and head in.
Immediately in love with the place, we take our manual and sit ourselves at the nearest electric outlet (oh yeah, our cell died too) and ordered up some coffee.
Upon further review of the large Denny's laminated-like menu, we found the Dixie Something: biscuits and gravy topped by two eggs cooked to order. Sarah looked up at me and said, "What the hell, let's split 'em." "Yeah, sure, that way we can split a salad at lunch. Good idea," I replied.
The biscuits were your classic country drop biscuits, the gravy a good sausage creamy wonder (not too buttery, not too bland) and the eggs were a perfect over medium. Now at a diner like this, right off the highway and next to the BP, the eggs often come out a nuclear neon puffy paint yellow... but not here! These were fresh off the farm eggs. And how can we tell? Well, Sarah's from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, that's how.
Tip: save room for pie, as a local bakery supplies the pies here, and while I didn't have any, I took a gander at the Strawberry Rhubarb and it looked TASTY!
Postscript: we did find out that the '03 Audi A4 (any further mention to be made by addressing it as Jocelyn) was merely telling us that she disabled the traction control system because of the sheer sheets of ice that we were attempting to traverse. Way to go Jocelyn!