Wed, Jun 11 2014 04:45
Fresh Freeze3023 F StreetEureka, CA
|Follow the arrows to YUM!|
I love, love, love a good diner when I’m travelling. How can you go wrong with a burger and a malt? You can’t.
I stuck to all-American cuisine during a recent visit to Humboldt County since the week leading up to my trip was full of Asian and Mexican food. I love both, but needed a break; and when I happened upon an old-fashioned diner that could have been plucked right out of the 1950s, I knew I was in luck. Clue #1: Big sign out front. HUGE, in fact. And lit with neon! I treasured my parking spot right next to it. Clue #2: Lots of locals in line, many of whom called in their orders. These people could be trusted. Clue #3: Both kids and adults with sky-high dipped cones. The kind you stare at if only to catch a glimpse of that first bite which could easily turn into a disappointing battle against gravity. I ordered my Cheeseburger, Onion Rings and Rocky Road Malt (WHAT!) and got comfy in a booth. Stomach growling, the wait was a little painful, but surely rewarding. “Cheeseburger” was a misnomer. More appropriates names would be “Giant Cheeseburger”, “Colossal Cheeseburger”, “You Won’t Have Room for Onion Rings after Eating This Cheeseburger” or “No, Seriously… You Won’t Have Room for Onion Rings after Eating This Cheeseburger”. Although full, I was shamed into finishing off those crunchy rings.
I always seem to have room for dessert, so that Rocky Road Malt? No problemo. Heavy on the malt powder, thick, sweet and crunchy from peanuts (an unexpected, delicious choice), it provided a tasty dip for my last onion ring. Besides, you should never let a perfectly good vegetable go to waste…
Tue, Apr 22 2014 10:01
|Gym cheat days are the BEST.|
1122 16th Street
Friday night's spontaneous midnight trip to Petra Greek was likely one of the best life decisions I've made. Ever. EVER.
At 12am, huge portions of meat were still being broiled to perfection, veggies were being chopped, and flatbread warmed to the ideal temperature. When it all came together, it was nothing less than bliss. I wanted that damn gyro to last forever.
A packed house with a steady flow of customers indicated to me that I'd stumbled onto something special. I'd be willing to walk through blocks of drunken douchebags for a single gyro. That's a bold statement for an old hag like me.