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| - Of all the places I go to eat at, it's places like these that I tend to treasure the most. The breakfast world is so full of garbage like Denny's, IHOPs and people are quick to applaud trash like McBreakfast all day and whatever the hell Taco Bell puts scrambled eggs on and calls breakfast, that classic, real breakfast food is really beginning to feel like a lost art in a way.
I sought out breakfast near the roach motel where I crashed at in Macedonia, and a few places popped up. After eliminating the chains and places that violate my "don't eat anywhere you could eat at home" rule, it really left Fresh Start Diner as the only place I could visit.
I knew when I clicked on their website URL and got a dead website, this place might be good. Good old school restaurants don't care about WordPress or analytics, HTML5 or web presence. They probably don't even care about Yelp, either.
I knew when I approached the restaurant, and saw it wedged in this dingy brick building with a tiny parking lot, this was the right place chosen for breakfast. I knew when my dad and I entered the restaurant, and I met the eyes of an elderly gentleman wearing a U.S. Armed Forces baseball cap staring daggers at me, that this was the first place for breakfast.
This is the definition of an old school, no-nonsense greasy spoon. Except a little easier on the grease, because they did have some fairly surprisingly health-conscious options on their menu too; different strokes for different folks.
The decor is charmingly dated, but well kept, and is about as big as many 50 occupants max, perhaps. The walls are adorned with photos of presumably locals, staff and family of staff, and there are advertisements of community events and local happenings. The community newsletter is filled with advertisements that are obviously targeted towards an elder audience, like memory loss, computer repair and side-door bath tubs.
The menu is straight forward and requires no explanation. Breakfast food during breakfast time. Service was quick, polite, and at no point, ever let my coffee cup go empty. I ordered a "short stack," and a side of bacon and potatoes, because I figured a measly short stack wouldn't be enough food before a long drive. How rudely I was awakened to find out that their definition of a short stack was two 10" diameter saucers that covered the plate like the oceans cover 93% of the earth. But hey, I'm a pig, so I love generous portions.
Everything was delicious too. The pancakes were fluffy and moist, and weren't crumbly and require the sauce to hold things together. The bacon was crispy without being overly salty, and the potatoes should not go overlooked; so often times, potatoes can be cut too large, to where they don't cook well, and require too much salt and pepper to flavor them. Fresh Start's were perfectly sized, charred a little, and still tender.
For my dad and I to eat like kings, it was barely $20. A paltry price to pay for timeless quality.
Places like Fresh Start Diner are the places I love to find the most on my travels. I would come back to this place in a heartbeat, at least once a week, if I lived in the area. But because I don't, all I can do is call those who can, lucky.
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