I received a critical e-mail concerning the Sala Thai review
from a waitress at Fair Oaks Diner. She thought I took unfair shots at the F.O.D., and challenged me to visit the place, see the clientele, and judge for myself.
Personally, I think she misunderstands the context in which I mentioned the Diner in the Sala Thai piece, but despite what some might think, I'm no snob. I'll go anywhere once.
Thus, on a busy day getting ready to head out for a trip to Seattle, I took advantage of my availability to visit Fair Oaks Diner for a little breakfast.
A little not
-so-little breakfast, I should say. The pancakes are about the size of a competition-sized Frisbee. They're not the greatest (kinda bland), but not the worst by far.
The coffee was mediocre, but again, we're talking about a diner here, so mediocre coffee is less a cardinal sin than it would be elsewhere. I dunno; maybe that means it's worse than somewhere else. What do people expect from diner coffee these days?
Eggs and toast were the definite highlights, both done just the way they should be done (in the case of the eggs, just the way I asked for them to be done, over-easy). I can see the Fair Oaks Diner being a great place for a fast-n-dirty breakfast on the way to work.
And so I'm not misunderstood again, I don't mean "dirty" in the hygiene sense (although, my syrup jar was a mess, and they could really use new drop-ceiling tiles). I just mean it's a place totally unconcerned with pretension or impressing anyone. Would I meet friends there over, say, Sala Thai? Not likely, especially since it closes at 1:30 in the afternoon. But I wouldn't think to call the health inspector on them, either.
At the risk of offending the Isthmus
voters who chose this one of the overused phrases of 2008, the Fair Oaks Diner is what it is: small, unaffected, cheap, and fast. And open really, really early.