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Skriven 2015-11-19 02:55:34 av MICHAEL LOO (1:123/140)
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Hap likes breakfast. As you know, it is my least favorite
meal, several notches below afternoon tea and midnight
snack and way below a hot lunch or dinner. So we did a
sort of compromise thing, going late, maybe 11, to places 
where I could get stuff off the lunch menu and he could 
have his meat-and-three-eggs with potatoes on the side.

Dirty Oscar's Annex apparently was a nightclub that served 
food but after being featured by Guy Fieri started giving
more emphasis to the foodservice. The food we had sucked,
not a big surprise given Guy Fieri's track record - as
far as I can see everything he touches turns to rubbish.

They weren't offering the lunch menu, so I tried to make
the best of the situation by ordering the diablo scramble:
habanero beef, mozzarella, green chiles, grilled red onion,
chile cream, and sriracha. What could be bad? This could
be bad. First, it was kind of small, maybe two eggs of
not champion size, scrambled pretty hard. Despite the
advertised diabolicity, there was barely a tingle on the
tongue: I know I might be a bit harsh on the topic, but Hap 
corroborated this, barely noticing any heat. That might
have been because there was little or no "habanero beef"
in the dish. Luckily (I don't think I ordered it this way)
there didn't seem to be any cheese, either. With the eggs
tasting sort of synthetic, I wonder if they had made my
order vegan or something. Of green chiles there were few,
of onions not a hypersufficiency either, and these were
the best part of the plate. They weren't supergenerous
with the chile cream (fine with me, it didn't taste like
anything anyway) or the sriracha. I asked for hot sauce,
and the waitress was at least forthcoming with that there
were three kinds, I forget, but Tapatio was the best of
the lot, so I asked for a bottle of it. It improved things
a little but made everything (of course) more sour than
spicy, one of the shortcomings of most of the standard
hot sauces. Oh, yes, there was this flat rectangle of
hash browns, which Hap estimated at 4 mm thick - I think
he was exaggerating, it was more like 5 or even 6 mm.
This was beautifully browned - on the top. The rest 
turned out to be a grease soaked pale monstrosity.

Hap ordered the special of the day, chicken-fried pork hash 
and eggs. This came, also not a generous serving, as
hard-fried mystery meat nuggets (I dissected one and found
what actually appeared to be pigmeat inside, but less than
a quarter of the makeup of the thing, the rest being starch)
dumped on a bed of somewhat underdone chunked (not hashed) 
potatoes. One egg on top. This was supposed to come with 
cream gravy, but there was a dearth of this, an ounce if 
that of it, mostly mushing the potatoes - Hap groused a bit
about this, so when the waitress came by, somewhat tardily,
to see if everything was all right, I brought this issue
up with her. She said that she could fix it for an upcharge
of $1.50. All righty then. Hap declined. 

Ninkasi Oktoberfest was a malty and fairly delicious brew,
highlighting the American misunderstanding of the style
with too many hops and too little sugar. Even with its
faults, it too saved another lackluster meal.

The help, attractive young women, were okay if a little
on the gum-chewing side.

Sad thing is that there is a place down the street that has
better food, more of it for less money, and much nicer
waiters and waitresses. It even serves beer. Shakabrah it's 
called I believe.
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