I came here for breakfast with my mother, on her recommendation, on a snowy Saturday morning. We were out tree shopping and preparing for the upcoming family holiday dinner, and were in need of some good, HOT food to fuel us on our journey.
Notice I said HOT.
We ordered two coffees, as well as ham benedict and a house omelet with sourdough toast. The coffee was great, piping hot and came with both half-and-half and French Vanilla creamer. The food didn't fare so well.
The diner didn't appear to be so incredibly busy, so my mother (who once served as a waitress at the Space Needle some time ago) and I both wondered why it was taking some time for our food to come out of the kitchen. When it did, she dug into hers with little issue. Mine on the other hand left little to be desired. My coffee was hotter than my omelet. The quarter slice of cheese laying on the top of the omelet (reputed to be Havarti) was sweaty and barely melted, left laying on top like some tourist on a sandy foreign beach. I easily peeled it off and flopped it on the edge of my plate (which felt as though it was almost the same temperature as the ground outside... where the snow was sticking).
I always eat my omelets from the end first (I've found sticks and things in them before... long story), and was rather disappointed to find the temperature to be almost cold. As I moved towards the middle (where the cheese should have been the temperature of "liquid hot magma"), I found that it was no better, and the eggs began taking on the mouthfeel of those that had been microwaved at least once.
I moved on to the hashbrowns, hoping the breakfast could be saved by their crunchy golden goodness. Disappointment abounded. While there was some good crunch, it was only on the surface. Below that, there was a tepid greasy sogginess I could not get around, no matter how much ketchup I utilized. Strike two.
Now for the sourdough toast. While haphazardly "cut", it had great flavor and crunch, and the tiny packets of Marionberry and Strawberry freezer jam that accompanied were jam packed full of flavor, enough to rival homemade batches of the same. THOSE I was impressed by.
When I expressed my disappointment to the waitress, the meal was removed from the bill. I was informed that the cheese on the top was not supposed to be melted completely (ew), to which I stated "What's the point of it, then?" She asked what could be done to fix the issue, like microwaving the remains... (My response: "Nothing can fix it. This cannot be fixed, you can't microwave these eggs anymore.") It wasn't until my mother and I returned home that my mother stated that - to make things right - the meal could have been prepared properly (warm plate, proper omelet preparation and temperature, melted cheese, crispy hashbrowns, etc.). She's correct, absolutely correct.
My mother enjoys eating at this diner, mostly because she enjoys the nostalgia. Nostalgia or not, I prefer good, HOT food. read more