My friend Maris wanted to go to Jane's Fountain because she had never been. We picked up her beau Rian along the way, and he said he had been there many times 'cause he spent time at his granma's who lived close. I haven't been to Jane's Fountain in 50 years or so, and IIRC, I thought the place was run down then.
Still, the place has a charm which transcends nostalgia. Whatever that means.
I had the Chop Steak. They also have a Hawaiian Chop Steak which the waitress said only had steak and onions. The Chop Steak she said had celery and tomatoes as well. Surprisingly, the Chop Steak costs about 50 cents less with more stuff, but maybe the Hawaiian Chop Steak has more meat which would account for the up-charge. I'm a fan of more stuff. At $16 or $17 either dish would have been ok.
Maris ordered the hamburger steak, and Rian ordered the saimin.
As we were waiting for our food I looked around and noticed that there were several bundles of soda and juice cardboard bottoms in packs high above the shelves to the left side of the small restaurant. These are ostensibly used for takeout orders where patrons order multiple dishes. Presumably these bottoms are wrapped in clear plastic trash bags so roaches don't nest in the boxes. Or maybe more serious pests don't. Maybe they should just get a cat.
I had a semi clear view into the kitchen and I noticed a Maggi bottle. Anyone who cooks with Maggi sauce is my kind of cook.
When our food came, my Chop Steak had green bell peppers in it as well. Most local boys don't like bell peppers and for some reason it reminded me that I used to get the belt when I misbehaved as a kid. Oh how I wish today's kids got the belt occasionally. We probably wouldn't have as much crime and unpunishment in our not so great State.
Anyway, it's all good, since Maris took the bell peppers and uneaten rice home to feed her 20 chickens. In Hawaii Kai. I used to remind her from time to time that she is violating the zoning ordinances but she usually gives me a dozen eggs a week so I have stopped mentioning the violations beyond my neighborhood of Manoa where the wild chickens roam freely. Plus, Maris' chickens are pets since each bird actually has a name. Crazy cat ladies are so yesterday. Nostalgic.
Anyway, I went to check out the bathroom because nobody takes photos of the bathrooms so that has become my contribution to the Yelp community.
FYI, the bathroom is outside. You travel through the small greasy kitchen and step outside where there is a stagnant pool of water which may or may not have fish. I know it has frogs 'cause one jumped in when I walked outside and a few more were sitting on the ledges of the pond. No lily pads in sight.
I had to chuckle when I saw the bathroom. It has a new commode and new faucet fixtures on the sink but is so small that the door hits the sink and only opens at a 45 degree angle.
All in all, a pretty entertaining way to spend 47 bucks (with tip) for a decent meal, the ambience, and someone else's nostalgia. read more