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| - Good food and nostalgic atmosphere. This place reminds me of a pre-Starbuck's coffee shop. I went there middle of the week, 9am and it was very busy. I had to wait 5 or 6 minutes for a seat and when I finally got one, they sat my fat can at a 2 foot wide table in the isle. I felt like I needed an industrial size shoe horn to seat myself.
I love the menu selections: steak and eggs, corned beef hash, biscuits and gravy, breakfast burrito, things like that and most items were $8 - $10. I got biscuits and gravy- $8.99. It took about half an hour to arrive. I think they were unexpectedly busy for the week day, but it gave me some time to watch the plates come out. These were large, attractive portions. The toast wasn't Schwebel's and the sausage wasn't Jimmy Dean's. They have their own thing going on. Huge onion rings and tall sandwiches. Waffles that take up a dinner plate.
My biscuits were the size of softballs, cut in half and grilled. The gravy came in a small crock. It had large pieces of very tender sausage. I hate getting pieces of bone or gristle in ground meats. No problem with that here. The sausage was soft and had black pepper flavor. The eggs were beautiful. They could have been used on a tv commercial. But they were a little stiff and not over easy like I ordered them- more like over medium.
A couple of weird things- while I was waiting for my food, there was a strong smell of cigarette smoke like people were smoking in the restaurant . I'm old enough to remember when it was legal and common. Half of me found it very reminiscent, but the other half of me was like -Call the smoking police! Arrest the Air Burglar!
The smoke cleared after about 5 minutes and my food came. Since I was in kind of a made up table row, there was only about 3 feet between the bar seats and me. A guy that weighed about 400 pounds decided to stop right by my table to talk for about 5 minutes with an employee behind the bar. There was not enough room for him there. I literally could not hold my fork at an angle as it would poke him in the rear- and I would be needing a clean fork. It was very gross. So with his rather large posterior inches away from my food, I couldn't eat. At the risk of sounding crude, (and I'm sorry for the horrible images this will bring,) all I could do is think about, -if this guy lets one go, he's going to blow my biscuits across the room!
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