A cramped booth and a chocolate milkshake for me at a fair price, though all the rest of the diner’s food seems a dollar or two higher than the decor would suggest. I could smell the vinegar of the man’s breakfast a booth over: Tabasco is not a bbq sauce, despite what any server may say. My milkshake was cold, rich, and sweet, just the drink to replace breakfast. My keyboard died, but I managed to get some work done despite the lack of elbow room in my single booth. Not super enthused to come back and try Lakeside’s actual fare, but it’s good to know of another always-open place in the city.