Having ingested more than the usual amount of wine at a neighbor's house last night, K. and I were feeling like a greasy egg-and-potato breakfast this morning, so we toddled down to Angel's Place in LaVerne. We had dinner there a while back, and I've had lunch there a couple of times, but we'd never done breakfast there.
As it turns out, I'm thinking that breakfast may be Angel's finest meal. I had a spinach omelette, which was very tasty, and K. reported the same of his gyro omelette. And the potatoes -- the most important feature of any plate where K. is concerned -- were good too. They weren't your standard diner hash browns; rather, large chunks of cooked potato were smashed together and left on the grill until they were crusty and delectable.
I will say this, though: Worst. Coffee. Ever.
Has anyone tried breakfast at Roberta's Village Inn across the street from it? I feel like we need to try it too, in the spirit of culinary adventure, but it doesn't look all that prepossessing.
Ha, fooled you -- no lunch after that big omelette for breakfast. I will, however, be making myself a proper cup of coffee.
We'll be at the Pomona Heritage election and dinner tonight, in order to