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| - You wouldn't expect Rex Marvin to know about renaissance. Why is that? Because you know Rex. You know the Rex that considers swallowing the throw up in a strangers mouth after a night of drinking to be "Rex's hair of the dog." You're welcome, by the way...no one ever says thank you. It is just a stunned look, screaming and then deep guttural sobbing. Rex gives the greatest gift you can ask for and this is the way your react...babies. You know Rex...the Rex that after an underground dog race will gladly spit shine his blade before cutting off the back of a deadbeat's neck skin. Not the front. Not with a dirty blade. No. The back so he can grow a mullet, and spit shine so the blade looks clean...but we know isn't. You know the Rex that when first showed the world how to Twerk during a gasoline soaked meth seizure...Rex means pre-planned dance move done half naked on fire in the parking lot of a Smith's while screaming his patented twerk anthem "dear God just let Rex die!" You know...THAT Rex. For some reason the small minded of you don't see that as a renaissance man. To all of you that feel that way, prepare to feel that way with no back neck skin, MUTANTS!!!
Well, Rex is clearly a man who knows about renaissance and he can see the renaissance happening in his beloved Downtown. A place that has given Rex the best experiences that resulted in crabs, losing a kidney, or being beaten mercilessly by a midget pimp holding an oversized bust of Gabe Kaplan. Oh, the memories. As much as Rex looks back on those fondly, he is excited about the changes taking place Downtown. Gone are some of the crack houses, crack ho's and crack...now is some crack mixed with good places to eat and sleep. One great place to eat...is eat. "eat." Terrible bad name that is not clever or interesting, but please don't let that misstep deter you from going forth and trying this wonderful little place. (Going forth? Last time I huff paint and read Chaucer...but in all fairness...it is the only way to read Chaucer.)
Eat. Is a revelation. It is a wonderful little breakfast/lunch spot. If you can forgive that hipster, desperately trying to be Seattle or if not Seattle, Portland...and if not Portland...a good attempt at Portland in Dayton Ohio...then yes...it is very, very good. Rex, like all thinking humans, hates hipsters and hipster culture. So at first when you see the tattoos and the trying too hard without looking like trying too hard hipness of the place you want to vomit wildly while gurgling "You are our disco!!" Please refrain. They mean you no harm. They are just misguided. Also, the food is damn good. So, Rex has eaten several times and will eat there again...but just for breakfast. Breakfast is way better than their lunch menu.
Stars of the breakfast...first and foremost one of the most interesting and delightful dishes of all time (yes, Rex punched himself in the balls for typing delightful), is the huevos motulenos. Odd collection of things that should not work but do...very, very well. The second best was the shrimp and grits. Might be the best grits in Las Vegas. The pancakes are excellent and the chicken fried steak is the size of a bread plate and wonderfully tender and crispy. The oatmeal was not great, I would not recommend.
Lunch was good, but not great. The salads seem out of place and Rex has heard more than one person say they are just "okay". Lose them. This isn't a salad place. The grilled cheese was not "killer" except if you mean it killed my belief it was a great grilled cheese. The version of the blt was good, but nothing exceptional. The Rueben was good, but nothing to write home about.
One last thing...Rex wanted coffee one morning...the coffee maker was broken! Travesty that must be avoided. He heard some dumb bastard try to order ginger ale with breakfast and he wanted to hit that guy in the face with his decent orange juice glass. He didn't Rex IS a renaissance man...which is why his ho's always walk the cobblestone streets and bring back ducats from their "dates."
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