Monday, July 16, 2007
Eating St. Louis IV: Eat-Rite Diner
I'll take the fall for this one. We passed this little hamburger joint on the road and I saw a sign that advertised 6 hamburgers for $4.80. I had to investigate. Originally opened in 1947 on Route 66, things haven't changed much in sixty years. Still, what could be charming, instead has a vague Bates' Motel/Deliverence kind of vibe. Laurie, perhaps the greatest hamburger gourmand that I know, couldn't finish hers. I could and did. Delicious. They fry it up on a grill with onions and pickles. A surreal but tasty experience.
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TJ,
My initial reaction is that you managed to take Laurie somewhere worse than Arby's, but since the two of you seem very happy in the photographs, it is not for me to judge.
You must know that if I were in St. Louis, I would have frequented Eat-Rite, and I mean frequented, i.e. multiple visits. It is my kind of place.
While a student in Atlanta, I would often drag my compatriots to "The Majestic," which has been continuously open since the 1920s: literally, 24-7. As you can well imagine from this set-up, there is nothing majestic at all about "The Majestic." It is filled with lowlifes, criminals, suspected criminals, high people, junkies not presently high, and many people obviously infected with diseases that most of modernity managed to wipe out a long long time ago; but that Ponce de Leon Boulevard keeps a healthy supply of, or that the CDC (near Emory's campus) has tried out on people who live on Ponce de Leon Boulevard.
I do not remember liking or always getting anything but Corned Beef Hash. One of our friends, Joe Liebman, always brought his own bottle of Heinz Ketchup, and not only because The Majestic only carried Hunts (though that was the avowed reason). Public health concerns were paramount.
The only place I liked better was the Denny's that was adjacent to the Pink Pony on Piedmont Boulevard. I cannot remember why I liked this Denny's better, perhaps it had something to do with its proximity to the Pink Pony.
Disgustingly obsessed with greasy-spoons,
Tom McGlaughlin, Jr.
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