When a restaurants is quiet on a Friday night, you'd have to think there's something wrong with the food or the service...Good Bite looks like it's seen better days.
Having walked by and vaguely interested in breakfast for dinner, we were promptly seated and the waitress gave us water and menus right away. The green vinyl seats and the bleary eyed cook behind the grill instantly made me think of a old-time greasy spoon, the kind you'd see in a 50s movie. The music playing really helped to emphasize the nostalgic feel.
I chose a western omelet with their home fries. I was kinda excited because the smell of grease was making me hungry, this was like a very homey version of Fran's (I thought to myself). Then I took a sip of water and I wanted to get out of there (the glass of water was cold, but everything tasted soapy...I was thirsty and mortified).
The food arrived quickly and thankfully did not taste of soap, just layered in grease, which was welcome. The omelet was slightly overcooked (on the dry side), but the "home fries" were decent...somewhat crispy outside and soft on the inside...it all could have used a bit of a kick, but otherwise I was mostly glad I wasn't eating soap for dinner -- not really my idea of cleansing the palate!