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.
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