Demetrios is a fine, lovely place.
In the sixties, Roger Waters spoke to a generation when he beckoned for a dirty woman. A dirty gal.
America's youth listened, understood his lament then did each other and drugs enthusiastically. But youth can only last for so long. The days of sex, tabs of acid the size of a Nutter Butter and Boone's Farm fortified wine are gone. The people are still here.
And I know where all those people have gone. Yep. Demetrios Family Restaurant on Broadview Road. Now they want a dirty breakfast. And wow can they find a good and dirty breakfast buffet here. The bacon fuses in the warming tray, the eggs are scrambled on the flat top so you can actually see them weeping under the lights. The pancakes are as heavy as a man-hole cover but not nearly as big. The toast is wet. The juice is tang.
When was the last time you had tang? Tang is awesome in the morning with a breakfast buffet that even has gyro meat. Sometimes they have gyro meat. If they don't they should. They should have gyro meat in that breakfast buffet. Or pork chops. They should have pork chops in there somewhere. It would be better than the great it is now. It is certainly filling. Coffee.
The waitresses are nice and they know that if you're not 75, you'll leave a tip so they treat you special and the crowd is angsty and old and seems like they's itching for you to grab at their sausage link so they can cuss you out. And maybe you do. Maybe, just for the hell of it, you bump the guy with the big fork just to see what he'll do. Let's do this.
And then you remember he was a hippy once and he says, "it's cool, man. Here you go."
Awesome life lessons at an awesome amazing breakfast place where you can get tang and full and happy and ready to cross that border up into the Broadview Heights you've come to need like a drug of your own. Or wait. That's me. Nevermind that last part.