I have a real love and genuine appreciation for classic diners. Nothing is more magnificent than watching a true hash slinger in their element during a breakfast (or late night) rush. Poetry in motion, my friends. I read somewhere that a famous chef once said he’d take a breakfast cook from a Waffle House over a new culinary grad any day and I believe it. I would too – those guys know their $*@%. When you’re in the weeds and the line is going down in flames, THAT is the guy you want to have your back, not some princess. It makes me a little sad that there are fewer and fewer true diners anymore. Trendy brunch places that serve dessert pancakes and sous vide eggs are on the uptick and that’s a shame. There is nothing better than classic buttermilk pancakes cooked on a well-seasoned flat top, slicked with sausage grease and the stray green pepper from someone’s Denver omelette. A happy sigh escapes at the mere thought.
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