http://fatcitycafe.net/
We went here twice in May 2012: once when we were visiting Multnomah Village on a quest for Bocks at John's Market (http://www.johnsmarketplace.com/); and another time for Mothers' Day. (J2's Mum loved the place.)
They do a brisk business. You sign in as soon as you arrive or luck into a lull. It bears mentioning that they will happily adjust their ingredients to accommodate allergies and food intolerances.
J1's comment: Without giving away my age of Geezerdom, I've been a Portland resident for 35ish years (Eugene is my hometown), and J2 is a Native Portlander. Neither of us had ever been to Fat City until our Virgin trip there in May. Always wanted to venture there, afterall Mayor Bud fired our Police Chief there, and heaven only knows what other City business happened over toast and weak coffee. Alas, our adventures were fine, and Fat City gained a couple of new fans. Note: athough both of us are fairly well adjusted, kind of normal folk, when trying a place for the very first time, I do have a bit of shy self awareness thing going on. Not quite breaking out in nervous hives, or wetting my pants, but suffice to say, it does require a bit of steeling the backbone and trying to adopt a "hey, what the heck" attitude when walking in. The Fat City staff immediately quelled my fears, seemingly treating us as if we had been long term customers. That, IMHO, speaks volumes and immediately adds percentage to the tip factor!
Food
J1: First visit: Fat City Omelette, hash browns, a side of gravy, and I added the cinnamon roll in lieu of other breadage. Second visit: Chicken Fried Steak and a Cinnamon Roll to split...and take home, to hot up the next morning, swathed in melted butter and to be enjoyed with fine coffee. Food comments: all very efficiently served (read fast) and up to par for restaurant faire. The Cinnamon Rolls were five star items, and keeping our bowl of ha-and-ha filled was greatly appreciated.
The coffee is standard bulk restaurant grade, BUT the cup was kept topped off, and the pots were always fresh.
J2: I have thus far enjoyed the Hash & Eggs and the Farmer's Sizzle. I'm not a big fan of salt. The hash was probably normally-salted for the usual AmeriCanadian, so I'm not gonna complain. The eggs were spot-on the way I ordered them. The Sizzle was decadent. The biscuit that comes with these meals is huge. And delightfully fluffy. And huge. Did I say huge? Oh! And that first time, I ordered an old-fashioned Chocolate Malt. There was plenty for us both. And it was Evilly good. The coffee was grand and they were generous when we kept asking for more half and half (we ue more than the average AmeriCanadians).
Service
Everyone was nice and wonderfully efficient--even when the place was packed to the gills.
Atmosphere
Bright, busy--currently the decor theme is license plates! The place seems popular with families.
Would we go back,again?
Hellz yeah.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Welcome, Eh!
Welcome, eh!
J1 is a fantastic cook. However, J1 likes to let the professionals handle the breakfast creations, except when he can be persuaded to make his to-die-for Eggs Benedict with real Canadian Bacon and from-scratch Hollandaise sauce. (Gordon Ramsey doesn't know what he's missing, so sayeth J2.) And accompanied, of course, by his famous Bloody Marys. Or Caesars, as our Northern rels call them. But those are usually reserved for when we overnight with friends as our thank-you-for-your-hospitality prezzie.
J2 likes to eat. Doesn't cook much to save her happy life. Whatever J1's cookin', J2's eatin'. Nuff said, eh!
So, all this intro stuff aside, we've been hitting some PDX joints that feature breakfast. We're Adventurers, with a capital A. We go for more home-style than four-star. True omelettes and syrup-smothered pancakes versus gluten-free granola and (with all due respect to "field meat") tofu scrambles. We give "Yelp.com" a look, but prefer to make our own assessments.
Disclosure time: We do not have any vested interest in any dining establishment. We do have our doubts that all Yelp posters could claim the same. Thus, our intrepid Adventuring.
Oh, right...we're AmeriCanadians. We were both born in The States to at least one Canadian parent. Thank you, Canada, for letting us be Canadians, too! (Search YouTube for "Waking Up Canadian" to see if you may be AmeriCanadian, too, eh!)
The first few posts will be catch-ups. We've been thinking more about blogging than actually doing it. Keep your stick on the ice, eh!
J1 is a fantastic cook. However, J1 likes to let the professionals handle the breakfast creations, except when he can be persuaded to make his to-die-for Eggs Benedict with real Canadian Bacon and from-scratch Hollandaise sauce. (Gordon Ramsey doesn't know what he's missing, so sayeth J2.) And accompanied, of course, by his famous Bloody Marys. Or Caesars, as our Northern rels call them. But those are usually reserved for when we overnight with friends as our thank-you-for-your-hospitality prezzie.
J2 likes to eat. Doesn't cook much to save her happy life. Whatever J1's cookin', J2's eatin'. Nuff said, eh!
So, all this intro stuff aside, we've been hitting some PDX joints that feature breakfast. We're Adventurers, with a capital A. We go for more home-style than four-star. True omelettes and syrup-smothered pancakes versus gluten-free granola and (with all due respect to "field meat") tofu scrambles. We give "Yelp.com" a look, but prefer to make our own assessments.
Disclosure time: We do not have any vested interest in any dining establishment. We do have our doubts that all Yelp posters could claim the same. Thus, our intrepid Adventuring.
Oh, right...we're AmeriCanadians. We were both born in The States to at least one Canadian parent. Thank you, Canada, for letting us be Canadians, too! (Search YouTube for "Waking Up Canadian" to see if you may be AmeriCanadian, too, eh!)
The first few posts will be catch-ups. We've been thinking more about blogging than actually doing it. Keep your stick on the ice, eh!
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