By GABBIE WATTS
Staff Writer
At Princeton, we don’t get out much, but we should. And the number reason why we should is Mastoris.
To quote from a local New Jerseyan, Mastoris is the quintessential New Jersey diner experience. Buses full of old timers travel miles down 295 to eat there, and high schoolers rowdy-up the dining rooms. Which are numerous: there is a room with a marble floor terrace, a room styled as a traditional diner with swivel chairs at the bar and checkered tiling, a smokeless smoky barroom with a giant moose head…and then, there are the less-than-exceptional rooms like the one they seated my friend and me. But you can’t have everything. Our room looked like a Holiday Inn lobby with an Ikea painting of a ship on vapid waters and with these huge booths that made it impossible to see any other tables. Carrel-like perhaps? My friend proposed that they were designed so that no one around you could see how much food you ordered and actually ate. Which was a disgusting amount. No shame. Continue reading



