pjacayan "Indulge in everything, because the potential of it getting bet..."

side street cafe’s nostalgic let-the-little-things-slide type mentality, seemingly borrowed cutlery, and floor-to-rafter family mementos is effectively eclipsed by simple things that we all eventually take for granted: over medium eggs that aren’t over and done with, S**t on a Shingle that tastes so much better than the name implies, the very real possibility of finding a piece of shell in your omelet, actually wanting to finish your food, being cooked for as if you were a guest whom they wanted to see again.

The menu, a handwritten work in progress, tells you exactly what you will be receiving. No verbal embellishments required.

Pizza-Full – adj: a reflexive state of eating “just one more” over and over again due to a conviction that it is too good waste.

Yes…it’s crowded, the place is cramped, the wait invariably long on weekends, and you will very likely find yourself sharing a table with two or more other people. So what?! The atmosphere seems to have been custom tailored to accentuate a facet of what made home cooked meals so good. To be surrounded by people who shared a common goal to be fed by people who wanted nothing more than to feed them.

some may recall a time when your dishes consisted of hand-me-downs, garage sale conquests, and orphaned goodwill dinnerware. when the quality of your ramen and instant quaker oatmeal had to compensate for mismatched bowls and saucers. though I don’t miss those days (very much) my recollection seems a bit more fond having off of the same exact plates I swore I never wanted to see again.