The Portland Mercury - over 4 years
Hate waiting? Slum it with these diner chow picks.
by Chris Onstad
BREAKFAST, to me, is potato, egg, and sausage on the same fork, coffee in steady supply, and thimble-sized creamers for stacking in uncomplicated ways. Wire racks of Concord jelly and two kinds of Tabasco are a good litmus, and whipped butter in a pleated cuplet sets my mind at ease. If the hash browns fall somewhere between flat-topped and butter-braised, I'll be back. Here is a list of some local standbys that cradle my simple tastes like a ninth-grader charged with pretending a chicken egg is her baby. Would my Depression-reared grandfather enjoy these places? "You're goddamn right I would," I conjure from the memory of 100 fishing breakfasts we shared.
Extraordinarily basic diner food, booths, and coffee. It's cheap, the waitress will openly tell you that she smokes inside her house, and they know how to cook eggs. Never a wait, never a thri
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