Ted's Country Diner, Monument, Colorado

Ted’s Country Diner

Monument, Colorado

Good Morning. Ok, today I am going to do something out of the ordinary, which is review a non-restaurant. Since my sister’s better half, Ted, prepared a travel (or a ‘thank God he’s leaving’) breakfast just for me and because of their wonderful hospitality, I felt compelled to write about it. This is a breakfast from the heart and what could be more worthy than that?

The name of this non-restaurant is ‘Ted’s Diner’ (really my sister’s house) and is located in the mountains of Colorado in a small town called ‘Monument’. It lays in-between Colorado Springs and Denver off Interstate 25. It is nestled on a quiet street that is filled with pine trees and spacious properties. It could be a bed and breakfast place with little effort. The dining room is small; it seats 8, but it is very cozy with a spectacular view of a large cattle ranch with the scenic Rocky Mountains as its backdrop. My ride to get there is something I try to do every year, which is get out on the road and enjoy this marvelous country of ours. I started in Northridge, rode to Paso Robles, through Hollister, Yosemite and then the high deserts of Nevada and Utah which have some of the most remote roads I have ever been on, and then on to Colorado. All in all, it is about a 1600 mile ride. It just goes to show you I will go to any lengths to get a good breakfast. No wonder my waistline is growing.

This all started when Jane recommended King’s Chef Diner and they were telling me about how great their breakfast is (read the review) and that their biscuits and gravy were better or equal to Ted’s. Well, I agreed that King’s was exceptional, but since it has been a while since I have tasted Ted’s it was hard to compare. Ted, not being one to be outdone, told me he was going to prepare a special breakfast for my departure. Since I have never been one to turn down a good meal, it sounded great to me. My ride that morning was going to take me to Santa Fe, New Mexico and I didn’t want to stop to eat, so Ted’s offer was perfect timing.

I woke especially early on Saturday (5am) to make some coffee, pack my bike, make sure I didn’t leave anything behind and give myself some time to visit my mother before breakfast was ready. In fact, I was up before everyone in the house. When I am on a road trip, unlike when I am at home, I don’t waste any time fucking around in the morning. ‘Chef Ted’ came downstairs right after me and immediately went to work. Now, of course I wanted to watch him prepare some of the morning offerings but was shielded from knowing too much. Since he was busy at work (plus he gets testy if you bother him) I decided to leave him alone to his creative powers and go visit my mother.

Of course Mom was sad that I was leaving and reminded me in her own, ‘pass on some guilt’ way, that she won’t see me until next year, ‘if she is still around’. Well, at 84 years old, I guess you have the right to feel that way but I reminded her, God doesn’t want her yet; she is to ornery and  Jane still needs guidance about how to live life (My sister is going to kill me for that). After our morning talk, I went downstairs to check on the chef. The aroma coming out of the kitchen was outstanding. My mouth started to water as I was watching the final part, the eggs, being prepared. Jane, my niece and nephew also joined us for this farewell, ‘go the hell home,’ breakfast.

I had easy-over eggs, biscuits and gravy, bacon, grits and pancakes to top it off. Well, to start with, the eggs were cooked perfectly (Ted knows me) the bacon was crisp but not shrunk to nothing. Now grits is something that I have had to acquire a taste for. I have never really liked them but I keep trying because as I get older my taste buds change and they must have because with a little butter, salt and pepper, these grits were wonderful. The pancakes were real special because they were prepared with fresh raspberries that Ted picked from their garden that very morning. Yummy stuff. Ted’s biscuits and gravy is just, well, outstanding. It is not for the faint of heart though because this stuff has a bite to it. I won’t even begin to tell you what’s in the gravy because I have no idea but I can assure you, this is one of the best biscuits and gravy I have ever eaten. He could bottle it and make a fortune. There was alot of food on my plate and Ted tells me, ‘don’t worry Gary, you don’t have to finish it all, I just wanted you to be able to taste everything.’

Are you kidding me? Has he forgotten who he is talking to? I ate everything on my plate. After all, my mother is close by and if she finds out I left something on the plate I will never hear the end of it.  LOL

I have to say this breakfast was an ‘off the charts experience’ that sent me on my way totally stuffed and ready for the day’s ride. After a couple of tearful farewells, I got on my bike and headed south on I-25 to New Mexico. I exited the interstate at Hwy 64 and headed west towards Taos. The ride to Taos is very scenic which takes you to Eagles Nest, which, when you arrive, it is from the top of a mountain pass that reveals this huge valley with the view of an immense lake. Also there is a river alongside Hwy 64 that is very beautiful and it makes you want to stop and get out your fishing pole or just sit and daydream along the side of its banks, and of course the amazing scent of pine trees follows you the entire way.  After stopping briefly in Taos for some window shopping, a fresh lemonade and to replace the Swiss Army Knife that I left in some hotel (my bags always have more room on the return trip, now I know why) I was on my way to Santa Fe for the night. This is another of those ‘biker’ experiences when riding a motorcycle puts you in another place, another time. There are no troubles in the world and there is just you, the wind, the trees, the mountains and the best sound in the world, the rumble of your Harley eating up the miles of this beautiful country. This day started with ‘Ted’s Diner’, my family and the finish of one of the best vacations I can remember. I want to thank all of you for coming with me on this journey and if Ted really does open up a diner, be sure to go there for breakfast. This guy is one hell of a cook and a great guy. I want to thank my sister for her generosity and love.

Ride Safe and when you go to any of the places that I have written about, tell them Hope & Gary sent you. Well, for now, just Gary.

 

King's Chef Diner

Gary seems to be bursting at the seams after this little adventure....good thing he didn't get that tee-shirt!!

August 3, 2011

Good Morning.  I have to tell you that Colorado is no place to sleep late, especially this time of year. Although I am totally enjoying the slow mornings that I am known for, here, if you get a late start you are assured of getting wet in the afternoon. It is almost like clockwork that at 3PM the thunderstorms start arriving. I have gotten used to it and always have my raingear packed on my bike. But it just doesn’t sprinkle here, it fucking rains with thunder and lightning in full force. I don’t usually pull over for rain but this is the type that blankets the road with visibility of about 10 feet. The nice thing is all you have to do is wait it out and it passes over you in about 45 minutes and you’re on your merry way again.

So this morning I got up at 9:30am and headed down the 25 south to ‘King’s Chef Diner’. This is another place my sister recommended. It is in a nice section of Colorado Springs that has streets lined with old large homes with sprawling lawns and gardens.  Not that most will know this, but the exit off the 25 is Unitah (pronounced U-in-ta), make a left to Nevada Ave, make a right to Bijou Street and it is right on the corner. There is plenty of street parking but one caution right off the bat, you have to put enough money in the parking meter for at least an hour and a half or it will cost you a $20 parking ticket. How do I know this? Experience. Yes, I stayed so long in this place I exceeded my time and upon leaving was greeted with a very neatly written parking ticket.

The reason I was in there so long is that this place is amazing. I walked in and sat at my usual place at the counter which is totally 50’s style. The vantage point at this counter gives you full sight of the food being prepared which is in such abundance it is almost wrong. I looked over the menu and picked a dish called ‘The Thing’. This is a huge mound of food that consists of many layers. I will start at the bottom and work my way to the top. 

The first layer is Texas toast which is twice the thickness of regular bread, then the next layer is heaps of sausage and bacon, which is then topped with wonderfully cooked hash browns which are not greasy or too salty, then topped again with the eggs of your choice (I had over-easy, of course) with melted cheddar cheese on top of that with a choice of green chili salsa either on top of that or on the side. I chose to have the green chili salsa on the side because my waiter ‘Taco’ said it is real spicy and I may like it better with doling out my own portions.

I am glad I took his advice because this stuff is not for the faint of heart. It is ‘hot’. This mound of food must be 6” high. The eggs on top were cooked perfect and once you get through them, the fun begins because this is like digging for a lost treasure. I mean there are so many hash browns on top that it takes some eating to get to the sausage and bacon, and then you have to eat through all of that to finally get to the Texas toast. By the time you are even close to getting to the bottom, on one side mind you, I was just about as full as one can get.

As I am sitting there trying to consume more food than two people can eat, my sister texts me and asks me if I ordered the biscuits and gravy. What? Are you kidding me? They are going to have to call a tow truck to get me out of here as it is! Well, the reason for her text is that my brother-in-law Ted (he’s been with Jane for umpteen years, so he is my brother-in-law by time served, LOL) makes an awesome biscuits and gravy and he said this is better than his. So ok, you know I had to order a side of biscuits and gravy but ‘Taco’ says (who thinks I am totally nuts by now) it’s actually better with the Texas toast, so again, I take his recommendation and order it that way. Well, this gravy is just delicious. I still think Ted’s is a bit better (he paid me to write that) but man, they are real close and I ate the whole fucking plate of this. Now I am really stuffed and I need to get back to ‘The Thing’. I can’t finish it; I really tried. I found out (Taco again) that if you eat it all they give you a prize of a tee-shirt and candy. Just what I need, more shit to eat and a shirt that certainly won’t fit by the time this stuff digests. Plus, I think the prize should be a free gift certificate to some fat clinic because if you eat here on a regular basis, you will need it. 

Now, as I was eating all this, I was watching the kitchen, and was amazed at the amount of potatoes that this place goes through. So I had to ask and an employee who was eating at the counter (Hope would have liked this, she hates it when the employees run around with food in their mouths) told me that they go through 4 tons of potatoes a week. What? That is 8000 pounds!  He informed me that with all the hash browns, country potato dishes and the fresh French fries that are served during the week, this is a modest number. The cool thing is that all the potatoes are from Colorado farms and grown not far from the restaurant. So they are super fresh and I may be crazy but I swear you can tell the difference. 

Now it was not that crowded when I was there but as I was leaving this place started to hum for lunch, which by the way, offers burgers of a ‘half pound’ each, and their ‘to go’ orders were starting to mount up. ‘Kings Chef’ also only deals in cash so don’t bring checks or credit cards but they do have an ATM on the premises, so no worries.  The place is spotless clean from kitchen to bathrooms, has plenty of ‘stuff’ on the walls to keep you looking around and the most friendly staff that I have encountered so far on this trip.

So, after an amazing time with a cast of characters (employees) that all feel that they own the place and they say this with pride, I hoisted my ‘full to the top’ body on my bike to go for a ride. Not far from ‘Kings Chef’ is truly one of the most beautiful city parks I have ever seen. It is ‘Garden of the Gods’ that is solely cared for by the city of Colorado Springs. Now to me this is amazing because it is a pretty big size park that is the size of most cities and takes an hour and a half to ride through. Mostly because you stop a lot for photos and it is a slow ride. It is worth every minute of it and then you can top it off by going to Manitou Springs which is a right hand turn after the exit of the park. There you get to enjoy all the little shops, coffee houses, museums, and beautiful homes and churches that have been there since the 1800’s. After ‘Kings Chef’ you will need to park the bike and walk. It will do you some good to try and wear off some of that food.

So as my ride to Colorado comes to a close (I will be leaving Saturday) and my ride back to Los Angeles begins, ‘Kings Chef Diner’ was an ‘ Off the Charts’ experience to start  the ride home.  I do have to add that I did miss my partner in crime (Hope) on this trip because I don’t like getting fat alone but I will really miss my family.  Many thanks to Jane and Ted for being such wonderful hosts and for recommending these wonderful restaurants. So if you’re in Colorado stop by ‘Sheldon’s Luncheonette’ and ‘Kings Chef Diner’ and tell them Hope and Gary sent you. Well, for now, just Gary.

131 East Bijou Street
Colorado Springs, CO 80903-1407
(719) 636-5010

Ride Safe……

PS:  I will be riding through New Mexico and Arizona on the way back so if I find anything I will let you know.

 

Sheldon's Luncheonette

Gary is still on vacation and is now eating his way across Colorado...lol...

August 2^nd

Good morning.  Since I have been at my sister, Jane’s in Colorado, I have been so lazy and getting up late in the morning.  So I haven’t explored any breakfast places to report about. Plus, it is nice every once in a while just to get up, have some coffee and not do anything except read a book or play a guitar. Since I am on vacation, I don’t feel the least bit guilty about doing this and I can’t wait until I am done being a slave to the establishment so I can live free of the constraints of having to work. Soon enough, my fellow bikers; soon enough.

Yesterday, though, I woke up early and was ready to eat & ride. The weather here has been very spotty. Sun, then thunder storms, then sun again so when you ride it is like a game of cat and mouse. In Colorado they have a saying, ‘if you don’t like the weather now, then just wait a half hour.’ I have found this to be so true. If you let the weather bother you here then leave your bike in the garage because you’ll never ride. Even if you get wet, the storm moves on and you get a free bath. You’re dry in about 10 minutes anyway and you have a fresh scent about you. For most bikers this is a welcome change. LOL.

My sister recommended this place in Colorado Springs called ‘Sheldon’s Luncheonette’. I remembered eating there a few years back and I wondered if things had changed. So I got on my bike and headed down Interstate 25. My sister lives in ‘Monument’ which is half way between Denver and Colorado Springs in a beautiful area of pine trees and rolling pastures.  The ride to Sheldon’s is a short 17 miles and since I have ridden about 2000 miles since I started this vacation, a 17mile breakfast ride is like the blink of the eye, especially since no one obeys the 75 mph speed limit and is moving along at 90 mph.  The other thing about riding in Colorado is that I get to leave my helmet in the garage. Man, it is such a great feeling of freedom without that ‘thing’ on my head. I remember when California didn’t have a helmet law. Oh well, I will enjoy it while it lasts. The area where ‘Sheldon’s’ is located is not the most scenic of spots (it’s in a small strip mall) but as Hope has taught me, that has nothing to do with finding a great breakfast place. (Read our article about Hozy’s). I puledl in the parking lot and there were plenty of spots open. Since this is a Tuesday morning at 9:30am, I would imagine most of their business is at work already. This is a small place in the order of ‘Café 126’ and just as homey. It is an older place as you can tell by the tables (clean but worn) and counter (the style and seats) which is where I planted myself.  They have a staff of 4 people and the waitress immediately comes up to me asking what I want to drink. She is a ‘spicy’ type of chick with a quick wit. I order coffee and water. One hint about being in this altitude (above  6000’) is that being a lowlander you need to keep hydrated. It seems this altitude sucks the moisture right out of you until you get used to it. It has something to do with the amount of oxygen your body is used to and water replaces it, something like that. Just drink a lot of water and I will stop with the science class.

So I look at the menu and they offer a good variety of breakfast dishes but I do remember that their pancakes are exceptional. I just forgot how big they were. In fact, when I ordered, I asked for a ‘stack’ but the waitress told me they will do it but it is no longer on the menu. It seems no one could finish them and there was just too much waste. I trusted her and ordered ‘a pancake’, bacon and over-easy eggs. Well, this ‘pancake’ overlaps the plate (see photo) and must be a half inch thick. It is delicious. The eggs were cooked perfect and the bacon just the way I like it, crisp but not shrunk up to nothing. The service was great and the people were all characters. This place has personality as well as great food. When I was taking the pictures, I was telling them no one would believe me about the size of the pancake and they laughed about how no one does. I finished the whole breakfast with nothing on the plate to leave as evidence of my being there. They were amazed that I ate the whole thing. I guess they didn’t see my waistline as evidence of my finishing many of our breakfast adventures. The person next to me ordered the chicken fried steak and eggs which looked outstanding.  Hope would have loved this place and when we take this web site nationwide, this is one of the places we will revisit. So if you are riding to Colorado Springs stop in and check out ‘Sheldon’s Luncheonette’. You won’t be disappointed. Tell them Hope & Gary sent you.  Well, for now, just Gary.  Safe riding.

Sheldon's Luncheonette  

204 Mountain View Lane, Suite 16

Colorado Springs, CO  80907

(719) 599-0887

Starvin' Arvin's

This is Gary's latest breakfast eating adventure on the road to his Colorado destination and from the sound of things, he's probably glad. Its no wonder he didn't bother taking pictures of the food!! Let's face it--not all restaurants can have an "off the charts." I would have issues eating in a place where a dead animal is mounted on the wall, but that's just me...but combine that with a bad meal and well, it just wouldn't be pretty). Any real biker knows its tough enough being on the road dealing with cages (cars), wandering animals (in this case, cows), and all the other challenges, but bad food???..perish the thought! In this case, I would be starvin' at Arvin's...lol...

Good Morning.    After riding 525 miles yesterday and starting the day with a hotel continental breakfast, I was ready for some really good food this morning. Yesterday’s ride took me from Tonopah, Nevada on the 6 east to the 318 east to the 93 east all the way to the 15 north. I started out in Nevada and ended in Green River, Utah. There is not much in-between those two places except high desert and cows. In fact, I had to ride 200 miles on one tank of gas before finding a station in Caliente, Nevada. Thank God my bike has a 6 gallon tank because I arrived with just a half gallon left, so if you’re riding a bike with less capacity, don’t take this route or you’ll be pushing your bike allot of miles. These are open range roads, which means cattle roam free in-between grazing areas and they can be found on the road and they get an attitude when you ride up to them. They look at you and its like there saying, “Fuck you pal, this is my road and I will move when I am good and ready”. LOL. Anyway, I did make it to Green River without incident and arrived at the motel safely.

So today, I got up a little late for me, 6am and loaded the bike. I was going to my sister’s house in Monument, CO which is a modest 390 miles of mainly major highways. So I was in no rush to get started and took my time getting ready. I had already done my routine of gas, oil, loose parts check the night before so I just walked up  to the only sight in Green River which is ‘the river’ and finished a horrible Motel 6 cup of coffee.  I thought about the day’s ride because your mind-set for major highways is different than back roads. You can fall into a false sense of security on these highways so you need to prepare for the ride mentally. Trucks in these states can go the same speed limit as cars, which is not the case in California, so you need to be totally aware of their presence. That being said, I got on the 15 north to the 70 east. Now the 15 north is not much to talk about but the 70 is a different story altogether. I actually rode my 100 mile rule (107) before stopping to have breakfast and wound in a little town called Clifton, CO. I pulled in to get some gas (I always top off when I stop for breakfast, you never know when the next gas stop will be) and while I was filling up, I asked a local to direct me to a good breakfast place. Now I know this is taking a chance but what the hell, live dangerously. I was told that ‘Starvin Arvin’s has really good food. Since I will probably never see this person again, I can say their taste buds must be in their ass.

Now, I must say, when I walked in I was greeted immediately and directed to a table which of course is not where I really want to be, but their counter which has only 5 seats was full. I was promptly attended to by a waitress whose name escapes me but she was very nice and asked me what I wanted to drink. I ordered coffee and orange juice but I did notice her uniform blouse was so wrinkled it looked like it sat in the dryer a day or two before being put on. It’s interesting that the restaurant let that go. Oh well, I looked over the menu and decided on their special, which was rib-eye steak and eggs with hash brown potatoes.  Since I was still a little pissed off at those cows on the road I wanted a little revenge by eating their cousins. LOL. When I ordered, the waitress asked me would I like toast, English muffin, biscuits or a cinnamon bun. I wanted toast with my breakfast (sourdough of course) but I love cinnamon buns so I ordered that for an appetizer.  The meal started off well; the orange juice was freshly squeezed, the cinnamon bun was really tasty and the coffee was excellent but that is where it stops. I had asked for the hash brown potatoes to be cooked a little extra because I like them crispy and by the way, there is no other choice of potatoes. The eggs were cooked right, but the steak was so filled with fat, that I had to cut away a quarter of it before eating it. (The cows are getting back at me.) The hash browns were deep fried and although crispy, oozed in grease. This is only the second time since Hope and I have been doing this that I left my food at the table and not because I was full, but because it was awful. To be fair, the service here was very good, the people very nice and the restaurant very clean, including the bathrooms and all of these things are important but without good food who gives a shit. I finished what I could stomach because I still had a long ride ahead of me and got back on the road. Now, I have a choice… I can let this bother me and ruin my ride or just chalk it up to being an experience. Since I am a biker, I let nothing ruin my ride. Life is full of experiences and this is one that will make me laugh when I think about the wrinkled waitress and oozing hash browns.

I got back on the road to complete my journey to Colorado. Now the 70 is a major highway but it is still a beautiful ride. You ride through mountain passes with abundant pine trees, fantastic rock formations that are awe-inspiring and scenic view stops that allow you to see for miles. You pass all the major ski resorts, including Vail where even a gas stop is scenic. All in all it was a wonderful day, the weather was less than perfect with rain every now and then, but who cares. It becomes a game to beat the scattered thunderstorms that you can see coming at you and they are gone as fast as they come so if you get a little wet, you’re dry in the next 10 miles. It makes for exciting riding and intensifies the feeling of freedom that motorcycle riding affords us. I arrived at my sister’s house in Monument safely and I am now visiting family and friends. What a way to finish this leg of the journey. The only thing is, avoid Starvin’ Arvin’s in Clifton, Colorado. This place is definitely a ‘don’t bother’ place.  This is one time I am relived Hope was not with me. Her tolerance for bad food and wrinkly waitresses is not quite the same as mine. She would have recommended an iron to the waitress and a new cook to the manager. LOL.

Safe riding.

Gary

Starvin’ Arvin’s                                                                                                                            3247 F Rd
Clifton, CO 81520                                                                                                                      (970) 434-0777

  

Country Waffles, Los Banos, CA

Gary is still on the road and finding some pretty great places to eat. Mind you, the guy is on vacation, but he's still taking the time to take photos and tap out a story on his i-phone, send it to me, and have me post the blog. I, in his absence, am desperately trying to lose some weight..but after reading his story and looking at the plate of waffles with blueberries, and bacon and eggs, screw the diet--I know I want to eat at this place...   

Good Morning. Today’s ride is the kind that biker’s long for. My plan was to leave Salinas and ride the back roads all the way to Tonopah, Nevada. Going west to east in California, especially the central part is a bit of a challenge. I wanted to get an early start so I woke up @ 6AM to be on the road by the latest, 7AM. Now even though I am a slow poke at home, that is not a fact when I am on the road. The night before, I fill up the bike with gas, check the oil, look for any loose parts and clean the windshield. This saves time in the morning so I am able to just put my stuff in the bags and get going.  I was able to leave the motel @ 6:45AM. I had checked the weather report earlier and was expecting a perfect day.

The route was programmed in my I-Phone and my reservations were already made at my next stop. With all this done I can just concentrate on the ride in front of me and I don’t have to rush or worry if I will be able to find a place to sleep for the night. I can take my time, look at all the sights and stop for photos when I want and take as long as I want. The mileage I am doing today is a modest 385 miles but it will take me about 10 hours because of the roads and stopping to have some breakfast. I like putting on about 100 miles first before I eat so I can take my time and enjoy the meal. The route I have chosen will take me to, I feel, one of the most beautiful spots on this planet, Yosemite National Park. So I started with getting back on the 101 North, which in itself is a very scenic ride, to the 156 East, which winds through rolling hills of California oaks and vast wine vineyards. You also ride by the famous town of Hollister, where the road changes to the 152 East, which took me to the town of Los Banos. I was hungry by now and I rode only 70 miles. My stomach was not listening to the 100 mile rule. LOL. Hope has taught me that to find a good mom and pop place, don’t look at the obvious places. That means, stay away from the hotel and gas station areas and look in the central part of the town, where all the small shops are so that is what I did and she was not wrong.

In a little strip mall of small shops I spotted ‘Country Waffles’. There weren’t that many cars in front of the place but this is a Monday morning so there wouldn’t be your usual weekend crowd to contend with. I guess I just liked the look of the place from the outside and with a name like ‘Country Waffles’ I knew it was not a chain restaurant.  (Besides, Hope has trained me well in the art of finding these places)

I walk in and immediately I was asked where I would like to sit by a smiling waitress named Kathy. Of course I choose the counter. This is where you get to watch all the inter-action of waitress and cooking staff plus you get a firsthand glimpse of all the food being served. Sometimes it helps me order, other times it makes it almost impossible to choose. Or it makes a pig out of me because I want to taste so many different dishes. Kathy (the waitress) put a hot cup of coffee in front of me, some water and was ready to take my order. I, on the other hand, wasn’t ready for any of this yet but welcomed the coffee. After looking over the menu, which had many meals that I would have enjoyed, I decided to stay with the namesake of the restaurant. I ordered waffles with blueberries, easy over eggs, bacon and sourdough toast. I have to say, this breakfast was outstanding, because everything was prepared perfectly. The eggs were exactly over-easy. In fact, Kathy warned me that when you order over-easy they will be just that. She told me that people order over-easy then complain they are too runny. What is there to say to that? That there are a lot of stupid people in this world? (lol)  I just thanked her for the warning and kept ordering.

The waffle was huge and very tasty with fresh blueberries (I asked) and real whipped cream on top. The bacon was crisp yet not over cooked. The sourdough bread was toasted just the way I like it (a little dark) and the coffee was outstanding and I never had to wait for my cup to be filled.  Kathy informed me that the chef was also the owner. He was very fast and really interested in what the patrons thought. Not really but he had a great sense of humor. Hope would have had a lot of fun with this guy since she is a smart ass too.  His name is Dave and he is a very cool person. They also make the waffles with fresh strawberries if that is what you prefer. The restaurant was spotless clean, with very old fashion decorations that allow you to feel welcomed immediately. The bathrooms were just as clean as the restaurant and of course the service was great. Thank you, Kathy. There is ample parking for whatever you’re riding or driving and it is a spacious place that can easily handle large groups. I was also told, by Kathy, that they use to get allot of bikers when the Hollister run was still happening but not so much now. So if you are in this part of California, definitely go to the ‘Country Waffles’, I know you will enjoy the experience.

After this wonderful breakfast, I got back on my bike and headed east on the 152 to the 140 to the 120 right into Yosemite National Park. Along the way there are many little towns that have interesting history so don’t hurry. There is wine tasting and farms that sell their goods at roadside stands.  Now if you have never ridden through the whole park it is a must. This is truly God’s country that is just one of nature’s marvels. With all the lakes, rivers, waterfalls and pine trees of every sort it takes most of the day to ride thru. I must have stopped at least a dozen times for pictures or just to sit and look at all the flowers, plants and conifers that surround you.  There is still snow on the highest peaks and this is the end of July. You go from warm to cool to cold from 1000 feet above sea level to well over 8000 feet. I do have one caution for you about riding in Yosemite. It’s the damn motorhomes. They are all over the place and they think the road belongs to them. They don’t look before changing lanes or before turning. They don’t pull over to let you pass even though there are places made along the road for them to do so. Be patient, figure out which finger to use and proceed cautiously.

Upon exiting the park I continued on the 120 east to make a quick stop at Mono Lake which has a good amount of water in it from all the snow and rain that California has had this year. The real surprise was the 120 east of the 395. This is all high country and you never get below 4000 feet. The road was wonderful and still full of pine trees. When you finally arrive at the 6 east you are now in the high desert which in itself has its own beauty. I finally arrived at Tonopah around 7PM and checked into a Best Western Hotel.

Like I said at the beginning of this article, this is the kind of day bikers long for. I had a grin from ear to ear the whole day but it wouldn’t have been the same without that wonderful breakfast at ‘Country Waffles’. This place gets an ‘Off The Charts’ rating. Stop in and tell them, Hope & Gary sent you. Well, at least Gary.

Ride safe. 

Country Waffles

845 W. Pacheco Boulevard

Los Banos, CA 93635

(209) 827-0805

                   

                                                                                                                                                                            

Margie's Diner

As you know, Gary is out of town for 3 weeks, but he will continue to report as he finds good breakfast joints on the road. Here's his first one and truth be told, I would have loved to found myself on this side of the counter facing that pile of fruit!  Enjoy!!

Good morning. After 3 long days of camping on a mandatory run with my club brothers at Lake San Antonio near Paso Robles, Ca., I was looking forward to a good breakfast. The food at the campground was less than thrilling. In fact, breakfast was either old Costco muffins or instant oatmeal, neither of which I am particularly fond of. Lunch and dinner were no better, so by the time Sunday morning came around, I was starving. Now mind you, this was another club’s run that we were supporting so the food was their responsibility, and as far as breakfast or any other meal for that matter was concerned, they almost forced to me lose some weight. Lol.

The ride up here from Los Angeles was a pleasant enough ride. We took the 101 fwy, which once you get out of LA, is very scenic. We rode about 200 miles and exited at 24th street to Nacimiento Lake Road to Interlake Road to San Antonio Road to the lake. The ride on these back country roads is outstanding. They are rolling hills filled with oak trees and flowering meadows. We camped the weekend, laughed a lot, and since I am not a fan of camping, slept little. So when Sunday rolled along, I was ready to get the fuck out of there. Even though I was backtracking about 40 miles, I wanted to have breakfast with my club brothers. But when we arrived in Paso Robles, none of the restaurants were able to handle 40 bikers, so after saying goodbye to my club (they were going to a Denny's by the 5 fwy, yuck), I went to Margie's Diner on main street Paso Robles. It was recommended to me by our road captain, Tom. I owe him one for this.

This is not exactly a mom & pop place (there are 4 of them in Northern CA ) but the food is outstanding. Even though there was a line outside waiting for tables, I decided to sit where Hope and I always prefer, the counter. The action in this place is fast and furious and as soon as I sat down I was offered a cup of coffee and some water. Ahhhh…finally, some real service and by the looks of the meals coming out of the kitchen, real tasty food.

                                                                                                                           
The decor of this place is like a 60's diner and it is spotless clean. The parking is a bit of a challenge but being on a bike makes it tolerable. I ordered their Sunday special, Eggs Benedict with country potatoes and a side of fruit. I waited only a few minutes when the waiter refilled my cup of coffee, which was excellent, and after a few minutes more my food was in front of me. I had a smile from ear to ear and it took all of my patience that I had left, to take a photo.

As soon as I put the I-phone down, I dug in. The eggs were cooked perfect and the hollandaise sauce was just delicious. The country potatoes were full of wonderful spices, all of which Hope would have known, and also cooked to perfection. The fruit was fresh, juicy and chilled just right. The portions were huge and even though I was starving when I got there I couldn't finish all of the potatoes. Hope would have loved this place because she would have 3 meals of leftovers.                                                                                                                                         
After sitting there for a few more cups of coffee, it was time to hit the road. I got back on my bike to head north on the 101 for Salinas to find a hotel where I could get a shower, do laundry and enjoy a real bed, to prepare for my next leg of my journey to Colorado.  This place was a perfect stop for my ride and I would recommend it to anyone.  The service is top notch, the bathrooms clean and full of some sort of air freshener. It is an ‘off-the-charts’ place and no more expensive than any other restaurant Hope and I have been to. If you’re up in this neck of the woods make sure to stop at Margie's diner. You will love it.

Logsdon's Restaurant

Hope:    Good Morning!!  First off, I owe you all a big apology, as my attempt to estimate our return was off by a week. I still can’t figure out how I made that mistake, but rest assured it was not intentional. Truth be told, in the interim, I frequented Allison’s Country Café as well as Pete’s Breakfast House…for some yummy food with excellent service!

Gary:     Well, mistakes happen and it probably did me some good to have another weekend off of stuffing my face. I did miss it though because this is truly a fun thing to do. We have a blast and even when the meal is less than perfect we still find time to laugh and enjoy our experience. Plus, we are on our bikes so how bad can it be no matter how the meal turns out.  We do have a remedy for a bad meal though... It’s called dessert. 

Hope:    Gary & I texted briefly yesterday and because we both had things to do on Sunday, we decided to take a short ride to Logsdon’s at the Santa Paula Airport for our Breakfast for Bikers review. Santa Paula is a whopping 10 miles from me (in Fillmore), but time constraints being what they were, it was all we could offer. Despite the proximity, it was a nice ride, with temperatures being in the high 80s, a full sky of sun, and very little traffic on the 126.

Gary:     Well, it’s a short ride for Hope but in this instance I got the better of the deal. I live in Northridge so I get to ride out to Fillmore (45 minute ride) and the morning weather was outstanding. Not too hot or too cold. If you’re a biker, you know the weather I am talking about, with the right amount of cool air with a warm sun hitting you. Because this was the weekend of ‘carmageddon’ in Los Angeles, in which the 405 was closed for the weekend for a 10 mile stretch between two other freeway exchanges, the traffic going north was non-existent on the 405. This is a very rare moment in the greater Los Angeles area so I enjoyed every minute of it. The 126 was the same, so the ride was really enjoyable and besides that, getting out of ‘the Valley’ is always worth it.

Hope:    Gary & I have both eaten at Logsdon’s before and were hoping that we would experience the good service to which we have grown accustomed. There are several places to choose to eat..in the coffee shop, the main dining room (please note that in a previous visit, we sat in the dining room and were very disappointed with the inattentiveness of staff) or outside on the patio next to the adjoining airport. Being that the coffee shop offers counter seating, you KNOW where we headed! We were immediately greeted and started scouring the menu, as we both had tremendous appetites, so ordering was quite effortless. I went with country fried steak (drowned in country gravy), eggs scrambled with onion, home fries with onions and peppers and an English muffin and I was not disappointed.

Gary:     As Hope has stated, we have both eaten here before with mostly good results (with one exception) and I looked forward to their corned beef hash because it is outstanding. Then Hope reminded me of the pork chops that a club brother of mine ordered once before so now I have a dilemma. What do I order? I want both, so I had a solution. Pork chops, poached eggs (I am a pain in the ass with eggs, so it took them twice to get it right) home fries, sour dough toast with a ‘side’ of corned beef hash.

Hope:    Staff was friendly, attentive to our regularly nearly-empty coffee cups, and was very accommodating to our finicky ordering. My food arrived in massive quantities and was delicious. My chicken-fried steak was the size of Kansas, the eggs were tasty, and the potatoes were perfect.  I ate as much as I could, while sampling Gary’s pork chop and corned beef hash and soon called it quits. My to-go boxes were amply stuffed and will be used for several future meals! The food, coffee, and service were all above average, but I caught a waitress eating in plain view, which is one of my pet peeves and a complete turn-off.  Mind you, I’m not against feeding the staff, but sit down like a normal person and enjoy your food instead of standing with your back to the customers while you inhale your food out of a to-go box.

Gary:     I really enjoyed my meal and didn’t really leave that much for Hope to put in her ‘to go’ boxes. The pork chops were tender and juicy, the eggs (the 2^nd batch) were cooked perfectly and the potatoes were outstanding. I was totally full but I did manage to finish my toast with some strawberry preserves. The staff kept my coffee cup full and was very friendly. Yea, a waitress was stuffing her face with some meal behind the counter, but I was too full to care. She did look like a chipmunk though because she was really shoving it in. The pictures and newspaper clippings on the walls tell you the history of this very small airport, which is quite interesting. After our meal, we walked outside and checked out the airport which is for small one or two seated planes. You can even walk on the tarmac to check them out. It is a very cool spot.

Hope:    After breakfast, we rode up to a local campground with an amazing new of endless orchards and then headed back to Fillmore under blue skies and with very full stomachs.  

Gary:     This campground is a KOA where my club has its annual family campout. It is south of Santa Paula off the 150 hwy and it is a beautiful ride. Hope and I have ridden this road many times but we never tire of it. It is just too beautiful. We dropped off a ‘plaque’ of appreciation from my club to the campground for being very understanding and patient with 200 bikers and their families. There is another thing worth mentioning and that is the people who live in this area. They are extremely nice and very hospitable. My point being that after breakfast at the airport, there is a full day of riding, sightseeing and being very welcomed wherever you go.

Hope:    Gary is going to be out of town for the next few weeks, but has agreed to frequent some mom & pop restaurants on the way to and from Colorado and I will do my best to tell you all about them! Ride safe & eat well!!!

Gary:     Yep, riding my bike to Colorado to visit family and friends, but along the way I will try to find some spots to tell you about. Breakfast for Bikers is now expanding its borders!!!!! Come along with me on my journey (let’s see if Hope can figure out how to post my adventures on our website, as that job is mine, while she posts to our blog).

Logsdon's Restaurant at Santa Paula Airport                                                        824 E. Santa Maria Street, Santa Paula, CA 93060                                         805.525.1101