In the heart of Glassboro sits a gleaming stainless steel time capsule where the coffee’s always hot, the griddle’s always sizzling, and the scrapple—oh, that scrapple—might just be worth crossing state lines for.
Angelo’s Diner isn’t trying to be retro; it simply never stopped being what it always was: a genuine slice of Americana serving comfort food that makes you want to hug the cook.
That first bite of perfectly crisped scrapple—golden brown exterior giving way to a savory, tender center—might just change your life, or at least your breakfast plans for the foreseeable future.
The iconic oval sign with “Angelo’s DINER” in bold red letters stands as a beacon to hungry travelers and locals alike, promising an authentic experience that chain restaurants spend millions trying and failing to replicate…