"You pick," I said. She offered up Citris Grill or The Park Cafe. I picked the Park Cafe because Saturdays, or maybe weekends, are the only time they have my favorite, huevos rancheros.
And because I don't have to worry if the meal will be perfect. It almost always is at Citris Grill, it ALWAYS is at The Park Cafe. They are always busy but they seem to be able to accommodate me either immediately or after a not unpleasant wait.
The Park Cafe gets you in, gets you drinks, gets your food ordered and gets your food, at the perfect temperature be it blistering hot or icy cold, to your table in under ten minutes. Often closer to five. And it's perfectly cooked, nothing is forgotten, everything needing refills is refilled.Yet even with this, I never feel rushed before I should feel rushed. I'm always allowed plenty of time to eat and drink and digest slightly. Only if you want to try for the five coffee refill, full newspaper morning do they start to give you a little pressure (I lost track of what I was doing until I noticed the polite but firm looks from the employees that it was time to toddle on).
So I don't normally offer up restaurant reviews before I actually go eat there, but I can state that you will not be unhappy if you eat breakfast at The Park Cafe. I have never had lunch there but would guess that it, too, was terrific. The breakfast, however, has never let me or anyone I've dined with or anyone around me who might have complained loud enough to hear which would be most anyone complaining in those smallish confines.
The only issue I can think of that needles me every time I go is parking. The official spots out front require me to tuck the Global Warmer in on arrival and then back it in to traffic on departure. That leaves the side streets east and west of the restaurants. There are usually spots along there and the neighbors seem to be neighborly about this intrusion as I've never gotten a ticket nor a dirty look nor seen those all to common, "Attention Customers, you CANNOT PARK IN the following areas" signs that bark at us from front doors and cash registers. As long as the neighbors don't mind, it's almost like parking in front of your own house and then going to the best breakfast place in town right next door.








