ScrambledJanuary 5, 2016
Back on the 6th of November, I wrote about a little breakfast spot, the Side Street Café, that has a great scramble — the A.B.C.: avocado, bacon and cheddar cheese. They also have an A.B.C. omelet (same ingredients), which, more than once, I had ordered and asked them to make it scrambled. They did it every time and eventually (gently) pointed out to me (and perhaps other menu-challenged patrons) that the scramble was also on the menu. When that story was posted on the blog, a friend of mine, Woody Woodburn, suggested that, the next time I went in, I should order the A.B.C. scramble and ask them to make it into an omelet. So I did. Twice. The first time, I was not at my regular table, so I had a waiter that had not served me before. I ordered the A.B.C. scramble, well done, and asked if they could make it into an omelet. He immediately said yes, and I noticed a smile very quickly cross his face, and he then continued taking our order. I shared with him what I was actually doing and he laughed and said that it happens all the time, to the extent that he doesn’t even point it out anymore. The next time I went in, I had the same waitress that I wrote about the first time. I ordered the scramble, well done, and asked her to make it into an omelet. Same as the previous waiter, she smiled quickly (for herself, not us) and then continued to politely take the order. However, at some point her memory kicked in, she recognized me and we all had a good laugh. I’m not sure a menu (or ordering) quirk justifies two blog posts. However, each time, it was a very human moment and lent a little levity to the morning. It strikes me that none of us have enough of those moments during the day and so, from that point of view, it was memorable, fun and free. So, yeah, I think it is worth writing about a couple of times!