Spencer K.
Yelp
Five stars? Hell, yes, five stars. This place is great for what it is -- a roadhouse style restaurant.
Walk in here and walk into another time -- WW II memorabilia lines the walls, big band music of the era plays over the speakers... and there's a shrine to Arnold Schwarzenegger (I'm not sure why).
The atmosphere is relaxed and easy, the staff is friendly and makes you feel welcome. The menu is pretty deep, and every breakfast item I have ever had is worth ordering again. (I can't remember if I have had any of the lunch items... the breakfast stuff is just so good).
On this occasion, New Year's Eve Day (or December 31, as it is also known) I was dining with my ex-wife, K, who had the Roadhouse Rancheros and a side of the hash browns with truffle oil, I had the chicken tamales with basted eggs. Both were superb.
K had one minor criticism of the hash browns in that they had cheese in top, feeling it added too many flavors and detracted from the truffle oil. Luckily, the cheese was not integrated into the dish and the topping was easily dispatched. For my part I'm not a truffle oil fan, feeling it's too heavy handed a flavoring.
To me, this place just feels like home.
And it's holding a special place in my heart.
You see, I might not have told you, but my girlfriend of nine years broke up with me in October, met a very wealthy plastic surgeon while in New York for Thanksgiving, and is already moving to NY to move in with him.
For context, I'd like to remind you that this is only December 31st and she's moving to New York for a guy she met just a month earlier!
Devastating to me, to say the least, that after so long a time I was that easily replaceable in such a short amount of time.
They are talking about marriage.
(She'd better hurry up: Apparently he is in terrible shape and eats a terribly decadent diet...)
Which reminds me of the decadent pies!
Banana Cream, Coconut Cream and... Apple Cream! all of them exceptional. If you don't like cream pies, it's only because you haven't tried these cream pies. So many cream pies are dense, but these pies are almost like soufflés.
Get the apple cream pie -- where else have you ever seen that on a menu?
So K and I had finished our breakfast/lunches (we really do need a word for this sort of meal) and were waiting for our pie and coffee* talking about me getting off the dating apps because we agreed I needed to lick my wounds a bit more before "getting out there" again... when all of a sudden...
A woman with a great smile and gorgeous curly hair comes in, places a take out order, and goes to the back of the restaurant to use the rest room while the order's being prepared.
I look across the table at K
"I need you to be my wingman. When that woman comes back this way I'm going to ask her out."
K looked at me horrified and shook her head, "No, please don't do that, it won't end well."
But my mind was made up.
The woman comes back our way I hail her down. "Excuse me, I know this is kind of weird, but I got a good sense about you and I'd like to take you to coffee some time."
The woman looked a bit confused, staring at my mortified ex-wife and probably wondering why a guy sitting with another woman was asking her out. I motioned to K, "Oh, her? She's just my ex-wife, don't worry about her."
K rallied, "we're just discussing our kids. He's a good guy."
Nonplussed, the woman gave me her number, excused herself, got her food and left.
And that, my friends, is the magic of comfort food, and why this place is so dear to me. From my first visit I felt at home, both in spirit and in a culinary sense. The food and the atmosphere and staff are like a favorite chair and perfectly worn in slippers. It's like Cheers, but you get your own space.
*Note: the coffee can be hit or miss depending on who makes it. Today was a miss.
And what about the "she moves in slow motion while music plays" mystery woman?
I texted her a few days later, letting her know that I'd understand if my ambush and situation were too weird. She texted back admitting it was a bit weird, and then texted "I'm gonna weird you back. Would you mind waiting till February?"
That's intriguing, right? I'm thinking maybe she's a spy, or an assassin, or waiting for her divorce to come through... or...?
The one month wait will be worth it to see that smile again.
As for the restaurant, you come for the food -- you stay for the magic.