Unfussy 24-hour outfit offering American diner grub, including sandwiches, soup & breakfast deals.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 590 E Main St, Hummelstown, PA 17036
Phone: (717) 566-6002
Website: https://www.cocoadiner.us/
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Reviews
Okay, the long version:
I pulled into the parking lot and I was one of three cars. The diner looked suspiciously empty through the window. I walked in.
— “So Into You” by Atlanta Rhythm Section (1977) is playing —
The place looks like it was decorated some time in the 1980’s — wood paneling, mirrored wall, drop ceiling.
— “Sweet City Woman” by The Stampeders (1971) starts playing —
I ordered a hot beef sandwich w/gravy; mashed potatoes, broccoli, a cup of beef vegetable soup and a Pepsi. The soup came out and it was decent. Not made from scratch, but not bad.
— “It’s a Heartache” by Bonnie Tyler (1978) is next —
Then dinner arrived. The broccoli was obviously some microwaved frozen florets, with a couple of frozen whipped butter packets. The dinner plate was covered with an unnaturally smooth and shiny glacier of gravy that very definitely came straight from a can, viscous and bland. The kind that sort of *hangs* when pouring, and then lays itself over the food like a blanket.
— switch to “Mama Told Me Not To Come” by Three Dog Night (1971) —
The sandwich had white bread that compressed to the thickness of paper when the gravy was applied. The beef was thinly sliced, and tender, and tasted like…cheap beef. I put salt and pepper on it and it mostly tasted like salt and pepper. The mashed potatoes, I’m pretty darn sure, had lard in them. Lard. I didn’t enjoy them.
— next up was “Living Thing” by Electric Light Orchestra (1976) —
I ate all of my dinner. I did. I swear. And I thought I’d push my luck and order a piece of their apple pie. When it came out it looked like it had some coarse sugar crystals on the — nope…they were ice. That pie slice came straight from the freezer to my table, with a brief stop to get two quick shots of Redi-Wip from a can. And that pie was baked in a factory, so help me.
— “Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 2” by Pink Floyd (1979) played as I left —
So, would I recommend Cocoa Diner? No…and yet…yes. The food was terrible. Not “I think this is going to make me sick” terrible, but “everything is bland and came from a can and maybe tastes like lard and old cookware” terrible. My dinner was an unmitigated disaster…but it made me laugh, at least on the inside. It was laughably terrible. The second star here is for the experience. That and the server was friendly.
I would call this a place that your Boomer grandparents would love. In fact, the other customers, who were in the booth next to me, were Boomers, and they praised the portion sizes and the price. It captures the kind of mid-century, middle-American blandness and low quality that the older generation seems to thrive on.
Oh, and after I left there, I saw that they have a billboard on the way into town on PA-39 that bleats that they’re “Completely Remodeled.” THAT made me laugh out loud.
Lauri and I had breakfast at Cocoa Diner on Saturday, and it was such a delightful stop. The place has a classic diner charm — cute inside and out — and that comfort-food vibe you hope to find first thing in the morning. The food was tasty and hit all the right notes for a relaxed, satisfying breakfast.
It was even more special knowing her grandfather used to stop here long ago, so sharing a meal in a place with those personal memories made it extra meaningful.
Highly recommend a visit if you’re craving good breakfast and a cozy, welcoming atmosphere! ❤️
Good for when you have a large party, there’s something for everyone on the menu.
I always like diner breakfast food, this place hit the spot!
Loved the specials, and the large selection of desserts.
I definitely recommend this place, it’s not fancy, but you can feel the love.
Service is okay. Awkward vibe from most of the staff.