Oh let me count the ways in which I like Nifty Fiftys in Folsom/Ridley Township, Delaware County (where I had never been until last night):
- The milkshakes. Mine was red raspberry, Amy’s a black and white. Both were excellent, in the way milkshakes at a fifties diner should be.
- The music. It was all from the fifties.
- The waitstaff. The average age of the waitstaff was probably 17, but the ease with which they moved around an incredibly small place (their kitchen) to feed an impossibly large and constantly-rotating mass of people (us) was a sight to behold. That, and one girl had her fingernails done in Eagles green, silver, and black.
Now let me recount to you why I have only been to this restaurant once in five years, and will probably not go back for another five. See, bright lights and teenage kids and lines and greasy food are all fine and dandy if you give them to me one at a time. But I got them all at once at Nifty Fiftys, and so my eyes were sore and the kids were annoying and the line to get seated was long and the food was really amazingly (tasty and) greasy.
I give this place a 2 out of 5 stars, not that I’ve been giving stars or anything like that for my other reviews. Both those stars were for the milkshakes, oh yes indeed they were. But the stars that were lost shall keep me from there for a long, long time.