Gettin’ my kicks, on Route 66, which I do a leg of at least a couple times per year. Most recently, tooling thru Flagstaff, I came across the Galaxy Diner, a joint I hadn’t noticed before. It had a lot of promise from the get go – great neon, roadside location on 66, lots of chrome inside and out. Every inch of the interior walls were covered with memorabilia, movie stars, music, platters. All the trappings of the 50s and 60s, existing in an age where only old fuckers like me ‘get it’. If I took Mrs. BDB in this kind of place, she’d stare blankly at the photos and say “who are all these people?” (She’s a young’un).
So I felt instantly at home at the Galaxy, and stopped to eat breakfast, cause I love diner breakfasts, any time of day or nite, and most great diners serve breakfast any time, day or nite.
It didn’t take long with the menu to spy my choice: the “MONDO”. An ‘oversized’ portion of chicken fried steak, biscuits and gravy, ‘diner potatoes’, and 3 eggs your style. (Over easy, please).
In almost as little time as it took me to choose, my affable server appeared with my selection, and didn’t need to ask if I wanted any additional condiments, a full selection sits on every table.
The 50s and 60s music provided a nice ambiance this sunny Arizona morn, and the only anachronism was a couple of large televisions blaring CNN. Wish they’d lose those.
My plate lived up to its menu description, there were two over-sized slabs of CFS, the three eggs were done perfectly, the “diner potatoes” left a bit to be desired for my personal taste, but that’s my fault, I should have asked for them to be extra crispy. They were thin-sliced taters grilled on the flattop.
The over-sized biscuit was drenched in sausage gravy, and the gravy was also adorning the steak. Bonus? The food was all perfectly seasoned, I tend to use way too much salt, and didn’t raise the shaker once on my breakfast, after tasting the grub. (No, I am not one of those who seasons before tasting, Mrs BurgerDogBoy is prone to pouring Tabasco on anything that’s not moving before the first bite).
This place, to me, was diner perfection. It’s one of those places I want to poke my head in the kitchen and tell the chef, “that was art.”
Which it was.
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