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Woodie Ramoco Grill Diner

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The diner was opened in the mid 1950’s by Al and Frank Trapkin, and located on Route 17 in Ramsey approximately where the Kohl’s department store is today. The menu mainly consisted of ‘home style’ cooking.

Ramoco Grill


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Daniel Kennedy is a local history buff and a board member of the Ramsey Historical Association.

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  1. Jeff Oakland says:

    Is this the diner in Mahwah on rt. 17? Pal’s diner?

  2. Maurice says:

    The Ramaco diner was located on Rt.17 North where the Wendys now sits. The owners from the mid 50’s until it closed were Frank and Al Trapkin. They also owned the Ramsey Oil Co. Nice Guys!

  3. Helen Mekita says:

    I worked here in the 1960, Albert Renzo ran the diner then

  4. Pal’s Diner moved to Michigan

  5. Grand Rapids, MI since 1993

  6. Lucy Lerner says:

    How good it is to see the picture of the Ramaco Grill diner. It was owned by my father’s 1st cousins, Al and Frank Trapkin. My family used to stop there to visit and eat on the way to Monticello in the 1950s.

  7. Joyce Alvelo says:

    My father was Al Renzo and did run the diner long time ago before I was born up until I was 3 years old.

  8. Roger S. DeVries says:

    How well I remember this diner! Been there many times. Looking at the picture, I was surprised to learn it was the ramOco Diner, not the ramAco Diner, although I knew it wasn’t the RamaPo Diner…(whew)…Here’s the story:

    After “celebrating” the day my son was born 54 years ago, I decided to go there for a burger and coffee. I had forgotten to transfer the license plates from a car I had been using to the 56 Chrysler I used that day. When I came out of the diner, much to my surprise I saw a Ramsey police car in front of my car, and another behind it, basically pinning me in. I had parked parallel to route 17, just near it.

    The officers refused my offer of “It’s a Boy” cigars, after asking me if I made a habit of riding around without license plates on my car. They impounded the car until I came back in a couple days after correcting the matter. But from the police station in Ramsey, they were nice enough to drive me to the Ramsey/Mahwah border (I live in Mahwah), and a Mahwah policeman drove me home from Kinchley’s parking lot.