Turquoise walls play host to kitsch plates painted with scenes of various US states and a virtual museum of telephones ranging from original era black rotaries through Austin Powers shaggy 70s models.
A neon clock keeps time while goldfish swim through a fishbowl made of an old television. Another TV plays home to a gas fireplace, complete with faux burning log, before the dining area opens up to a back patio. Huevos Rancheros and Greek Omelets laze around waiting to be devoured on tourists’ and locals’ plates alike, all the day long as breakfast doesn’t quit until 2pm, when the place shuts down to allow the hard working, tattooed ladies who serve you time to enjoy coastal life for themselves. Maybe you’re more in the mood for a thick waffle or a little battered up french toast, maybe a latte to wash it all down, though if you’re like our dear grandma and myself, you might just vie for a mimosa, and don’t worry, they’ll leave the bottle, airport sized though it may be.
For atmosphere, for delectability, and certainly for the price, we find it hard to even think about going elsewhere for breakfast, and the only downside is that feeling tends to linger even after you’ve left Tillamook County altogether.