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| - So, I realized I wrote a review of the grill before. What I didn't realize was the last time I ate there would be (the last)!
First of all the name. It's the GRILL! They didn't try to call themselves a café. And although they sometimes had a diner feel, the light green and stone décor wouldn't really capture that kind of ambience. At least they didn't go Excalibur and try Ye Olde Golden Grille. Plus the concept of those old cozy little diners have taken a turn for the worst since 'murica's biggest truckstop chain tried to make themselves "homier" by calling their locations that. They should have gone the "greasy spoon" route and taken the ironic pride in that the way hooters and heart attack grill- MAN, I have to write up that place soon.
I was used to winding up there at the end of the night (early morning), trying to sober up for the long, long, 20 minute drive home. Considering you pass by a dozen cops in that 20, yeah it's a big deal.
And years ago, I used to drive a motorcycle. And those aren't really a target for police, since people seem to get away with 80mph wheelies on the 215, you know you've seen it. I would have to sober up, you have to have a lot more skill driving a motorcycle home than holding a 6 position and dropping your foot on the gas. Cars don't even have stick anymore!
The last time I ate there was a big surprise for me in itself. I strolled in late morning, of my own accord! Not on the way home after a night of bar skirmishes! Hours AFTER the sunrise. It was to start a day of walking around downtown!
Let me say, when you are drunk and starved, everything is the BEST meal you've ever tasted. You are basically crawling in from the desert at those Golden times. So the big surprise was, at my morning sober, the food was great and the employees were as friendly as I remember them being on grave, not all hagged out and bitter about life the way some non-morning people on the breakie shift can be.
I'm going to be gender specific, so let's be adult about this. I have worked with men and women in restaurants and both sides unanimously agree that when the floor are all guys/ men, the whole crew is more easy going. I have gone into a restaurant to check out the employees, saw the server floor full of women (that weren't a breastaurant). I would listen to the gossip and cattiness and the maternal "this is the way it's going to be speak" not only to cowokers, but also other employees, including management if "I've been here 8 years before you." In fact there's only one restaurant where the staff are women I felt really relaxed in. For another review, clue: bh fl. So the staff were mostly guys, the grill always had a kick back feel to it.
I have dined in the chairs, but nothing beats bar counter service. I always find myself in the middle of someone's conversation. Everyone has gambling strategies (so why are they doing there with you at 3:00AM days before xmas instead of their villa?) People always has a big news story they butcher any facts of when you see a newspaper or story on tv later. If there's an argument it's always funny between a couple of old guys. Couples and families always sit at tables. Old guy debates are just fun for some reason, you get into it.
Sadly, my last meal there wasn't the prime rib special. I've had it several times. I used to work in a restaurant that served prime rib and I wondered what the big deal was of a request of people. It was in the golden grill I finally appreciated how good the end cut really was. There's a secret to the end cut when you can get it and for that gem, you'll have to pour a pitcher down my throat.
Great times at the grill, they didn't have advertising that manufactured it's ambiance. Bitch, please they just HAD it.
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