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| - Um, yes. Very much yes.
I don't need much from a diner. I need fairly decent service, great food, and a place to sit and eat in peace.
Service? Fairly decent. Even nice. They accommodated my request for something not exactly on the menu for Lorelei. The waitress was really nice about the fact that there was food all over the floor after we were done, although I felt bad about it and cleaned most of it up myself (and tipped extra).
Great food? Yes! I mean, it's not Lola or anything, but it hits the spot and the portions are GINORMOUS. I had the Rinky Dinky omelette (love the name), which is pretty much like the kitchen sink. It had what seemed to be 4 or 5 eggs, ham, sausage, bacon, swiss and american cheeses, onions, tomatoes, and peppers. Like the Shipwreck at Lucky's, only half the price and ... wait for it ... it tasted BETTER!
That's right. This omelette was probably the best I've had in Cleveland. I think it has to do with butter. Not oil, butter. Same goes for the home fries, which would have been perfect if only a little more well done (I like the crisp brown parts a lot, and there wasn't much of that). But still, plentiful, and delicious, mostly because of butter. Paula Deen would be proud.
What wasn't so great? It was speckled with old-guy man-dates. Not that I really have anything against crotchety old men, but this was a little too much of that. Guys loudly reading the menu to each other because the other guy can't see too well; another guy coughing for five minutes straight without covering his mouth ... etc. It was like that song "Boom Box" by the Lonely Island: "Every day for lunch they eat BOOOILLED GOOOOOSE!"
Anyway, I'm glad I tried Michael's, because the food filled me up and hit the spot, and they are kid-friendly. Also, parking's not a problem due to its location in strip-mall-land.
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