Welcome to the Route 28 Cafe, (don't drink the cool-aid)

Another beautiful day in West Yarmouth, where (as the Route 28 Cafe reminds you) an inordinate amount of large/strange landmarks lead you down Route 28. We braved the mini-golf courses, the big wooden bear, the giant elephant (outside the India big and tall store, XL to XXXXXXXXXL) and the white whale that is the landmark to which, I use as a base location when giving people directions to my house. Yes, my friends I live in West Yarmouth, (or as the Route 28 Cafe deems it, the Wonderful World of Oz), which is fine by me.



The Route 28 Cafe, going on land mark directions is right next to the mini golf course with the giant skull, NOT to be confused with Pirate's Cove. Its got a little neon sign, and it looks like a shiny tin can.

First of all the decor is in my own words "freakin' rad". They have the whole 50's diner thing going on, the seats are sparkle red vinyl, there are records shellacked into the counter tops, even the little dish for the creamers is a little record.

The coffee was good, the food was excellent the waitress was... I'm pretty sure trying to cheer us up, at least she was awful cheery and every time she came over to our table she adopted what I think of as a "cheer leader" voice or that of a parent trying to make a toddler feel better about their boo boo. I don't know about you, but this kind of shrill voice is not the first thing I want to hear in the morning. It makes it difficult to remember just what it was about the Route 28 Cafe that made me make a mental note to go back.

Upon reflection, if I had to sum up the cheerful waitress in one word it wouldn't be "cheerful" it would be "nice". She did seem like a genuinely nice person, she help an old gentleman find his wallet in the parking lot, she chatted kindly with her regulars and was very attentive to us. Even though as soon as we left Holly said to me "I think she wanted us to join her cult."

Overall I'd go back, before I knew it, I was a member of "The Clean Plate Club" and the coffee was decent. And the waitress well, she was...nice.

A Blast from the Past

Hey Fanciful Readers!

It's been a while and since I've not been out to breakfast someplace new so I think I'm going to at the very least throw a review for a place I've been and never will go again your way.

OLD COUNTRY BUFFET

That's right. I went there. And I went there. The OCB. Let me lay out the sordid detail for you hip cats...

Here is how we've all at some point wound up at the OCB

Me:  I'm soooooooooo hungry. And Poor. And Hungover. And I got this coupon in the mail.
Maggie: Me too! Especially that last one.
Me: Sweet. Endless breakfast for a pittance. Plus we don't really have to tip. Plus we can dress like shit because we'll be at the OCB!

So you get in a car together to save gas even though you're going less than 5 miles, and you walk through the door of the OCB.

Right away you know it's a bad idea, but you only have $7 on you, you've already cut out the coupon, and you are in a coffeeless daze so bad you don't even notice the peeling wallpaper.

The very unhappy cashier makes you PREPAY for food. Welcome to the land of no refunds.

You pick out a booth as far away as possible from everyone else as you can possibly get. You don't want them A) seeing your shame  B) eyeing your stuff. they might steal it.

Me: Graaaaaaaarg Hungry
Maggie: Brawwwwwww me too.

Gather your courage because it's time to go up to the buffet. You're thinking "maybe this will be good. maybe it'll be a veritable breakfast wonderland." Wrong. It's a likeness of a breakfast wonderland. It looks like scrambled eggs. Smells like scrambled eggs. Why doesn't it taste like scrambled eggs? The bacon is like delicate burnt ancient parchment. The sausage is weeping because it never got to be sausage. Suddenly I'm not so hungry, yet I plan on going back for more? I'm so confused and ashamed.

But hey, at least there is bottomless coffee.

Betsy's Diner. A tale of Cape Cod Far.

Maggie and I went on an epic pancake quest yesterday to falmouth for awesome breakfast. If you can handle the drive down 28, just past Sauron's Eye, you'll find Betsy's Diner.

Anywho, aside from being popular with Britney's backup dancers (excluding kfed) Betsy's is actually a really awesome place. Right away we were greeted by a very friendly woman who sat us in a plush boothe. The decor is totally 50's diner but in a good way. Not over done, not in the way that some people try to be from the 50's and fail miserably. It was just right.

The menu has a list of rules. I approve of them all. They all basically add up to "Don't be an asshole"

Their menu motto is "Eat Heavy." Agreed.

The meal was good. I got #9. It has a little of everything. Pancakes, which were delicious and served with copious amounts of soft whipped butter. Sausage, 2 huge links. Home fries, plain but tasty, excellent with ketchup. 2 eggs over medium, done to perfection. Toast... I got italian bread toast, top that mother fuckers.

Betsy's Diner gets a huge thumbs up from me, and Sauron (if he had thumbs).