Jeff and I have started a new Sunday morning tradition – story meetings. Yes, Edmonton, instead of just arbitrarily googling the word “Edmonton,” or wandering through the streets taking pictures of anything we can find, we’ve decided to try something different. Preparation. And our first story meeting took place at one of my favorite places, Route 99 Diner.
you can't see, but this cup is actually full of syrup.
As with all great diners, there is very little on the menu that won’t take you one step closer to heart disease. Maybe toast, if you specifically ask them not to dip it in butter. But if you’re all wound up about your diet, C. Everett Koop, then maybe you should just stay home and eat some Weetabix.
I had the french toast.
It came with so much syrup, I now have diabetes.
Jeff went with the classic bacon & eggs.
Let me tell you guys, if you somehow have never been to Route 99 for breakfast, you need to stop whatever you’re doing, and go there right now. Even though it’s 12:30 p.m. Because they serve breakfast ALL DAY – and they don’t screw around. You’re not getting fruit with your breakfast, unless you ask. And when you ask, it’s basically just a fruit cup. Foods be fried, and foods be buttered, and foods be delicious.
It must be pointed out that I’m a bit biased. This restaurant holds a special place in my heart because it has been the site of numerous hangover breakfasts with my BFF and former roommate Denise, as well as, back in the day, weekly breakfasts with my dearly departed Dad. In fact, Route 99 is basically my dad in restaurant form; it’s cool(in a 1950s sort of way), it’s straightforward, and it’s utterly uninterested in your cardiovascular health. Happy dining!
9 power rangers out of 10
