Full is a good thing
A couple of weekends ago, our friend and carpenter, Derek, took us to a new breakfast spot in Portland. It was new to us, but not new to Portland.
Founded in 1947, Fullers has seen it’s share of Portland diners. Black and white pictures of Portland landmarks like the St. John’s bridge in construction, hang on the plain walls. Derek kept talking about men in flannel suits and fedoras.
The counter (which is the only place to sit) is in a “W” shape, allowing the well-practiced waitresses access to everyone without leaving the kitchen area. Sidenote: These waitresses are amazing. They’re working in a place that’s roughly 4 feet wide, serving hot food and slinging coffee. We watched as 3 of them worked silently to replace an empty coffee pot,one removing the pot, another removing the basket and yet another replacing the basket and a clean pot, in a dance that only comes from years of working together in close quarters.
The food was excellent. The kind of food you expect from a good, old-fashioned diner. Hashbrowns and eggs and big-ass bacon.
I had the fanciest thing of any of us – a scramble/hashbrown creation full of veggies and cheese. Yum. I even broke my coffee embargo in favor of some really great black coffee served in a brown diner mug.
Somehow, it seems that Fuller’s has been missed by the Portland breakfast-crazed masses. Either it’s been explored and rejected, or remains unfound by the hipsters standing in hour-long lines at any number of other breakfast spots. We arrived on Saturday morning at about 10AM, and waited for maybe 5 minutes before a couple of people who could have been my parents moved over to make room for the three of us.
I’m a big fan of diners. Fuller’s is one of the best I’ve ever been to. If you’re looking for a good place to grab some breakfast and a large amount of coffee, head to Fuller’s. Just don’t tell the hipsters. Let them wait in line.
October 17, 2009 1 Comment