Matthew R.
Yelp
When I was young, daring, and afraid of the homeless, I explored the downtown eastside with a real hesitation. My first time attracted me to the Ovaltine and it's nostalgic exterior. It was a beacon of hope, a promise of an honest 50s diner instead of a downtown remake. I passed many times, curious but not interested.
A fateful afternoon changed it all. A friend moved in to a Chinatown apartment four blocks away. I moved in to the same building a year later. She called me to go exploring our neighborhood and we ended up here. We first noticed flickering fluorescent lights and cracked mirrors. At the booth there was a notice, "minimum $3 purchase to sit in booth, pay at front counter". The glass cases, once holding displays of food, had been filled with various odd knick knacks. Despite high ceilings, and plush, yet tattered, booths, we noted what a neighborhood can do to a "50's diner," sixty years later. Much like the other businesses in Oppenheimer, the Ovaltine was likely once a thriving, popular diner, but through years of neglect, it has fallen to the same dirty barren state as it's neighbors.
I have an obsession with cheap breakfast for those days when you've spent too much money at the bar the night before and are way too hungover to cook. The Ovaltine seemed to qualify with a $3.50 breakfast. The Chinese waitress, cook, and cashier took my order with some difficulty, but at least did not degrade my first experience by insisting I pay up front. The meal arrived quickly, thin and tasteless bacon, eggs cold and overcooked, and toast semi-stale. Despite a willingness to eat nearly anything I couldn't finish the meal. In desperation I order the pie and coffee, a favorite dessert that's difficult to screw up. I got lukewarm coffee and frozen pastry.
A year later, and some stubbornness with the menu, I would say the Ovaltine has some mediocre dishes and some horrible meals. Regardless of what you order it's generally not worth the visit for any reason except the historical content and depressing interior. You may even end up leaving them a tip because you feel sorry for the place.