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| - Kay and I required nutrition for a last-minute X-Mas shopping mission weeks ago, and we found it in spades at the modest Brentwood staple known as JT's, a suburban canteen my own father has sworn by for years. As I would find out yet again, Dad is rather tasteful and wise.
We had little time to dally, so I ordered myself a Ham Off The Bone Sandwich. Accompanied by brilliant, kettle-boiled housemade potato chips, the meat was soft as cream cheese and as flavorfully fatty and brackish as the best brisket. American cheese, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise, and a fluffy envelope of an omelet-style egg were bookended by prodigious butter-slathered slabs of Texas Toast. I should have stopped there for an easy 5 out of 5 would have been in order.
A weirdly doughy short stack of chocolate-chip pancakes played the role of dessert (and they are dessert to me). These flapjacks required a good deal of syrup to make them edible, so...no, I can't say I was taken by them nor will I state that they were fit only for the family dog. The bittersweet chocolate chips also elevated them slightly as they so often do with anything they bless. A complete tosser they weren't, but pit 'em 'gainst Pamela's in this jousting match and JT's gettin' knocked off of the horse.
Be mindful that JT's is a bit cramped in terms of seating. Thankfully, we came by on a slow weekday afternoon just an hour before they closed, thereby avoiding a wait or a rain check. I'm sure weekends are impossible here, and those surely maddening mornings are deserved, JT's being a rock-solid hash house among hash houses that Guy Fieri would likely fall in love with.
P.S. The service was adequate on all fronts.
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