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In some ways, the Hudson Diner can feel like the burger joint time forgot. That’s not totally a bad thing. The red gingham tablecloths and the warm-blond paneling all make for a nostalgic experience that’s nearly devoid of the funk of neglect. (Will the owners ever fix that rickety sign out front or replace the glass-brick counter to the right?) Couple the retro setting with weird price hikes such as a quarter more for peanut butter (as opposed to cream cheese) on your bagel or an extra dollar to have your milkshake made thick, and you’ve got a cute place that’s unashamed about quibbling. As the dusty Ruth Orkin print hanging over the kitchen quietly illustrates, there’s something anachronistically artful at work here and something quietly askew. — Drew Pisarra