Diner food ain't complicated. Or at least it shouldn't be. And diner food is really all about breakfast.
Why do we go to diners? Because we had one too many swallows of Laphroig the night before. Because we want to give our kids a special treat before school. Because sometimes, we need an actual meal before a long day.
A true diner is not a place to find a sundried tomato on your omelet. A diner is about the classics. A diner is about craft, not innovation. The Checkerboard Cafe understands that.
The place itself is nothing special. It was probably a fast food joint at some point. There are tables. And chairs and booths. And because the owner's dad ran a Sambo's, there are blithely racist paintings from that place on the wall.
And then there's the food.
The man knows how to cook an egg. The difference between over medium and over easy. How to scramble a couple of eggs, not murder them. He knows how to cook bacon. (No small feat.) He turns out perfect pancakes the size of your head. And most of all, no matter what you order, the man can cook a potato.
Diners are not about home fries. Diners are about hashbrowns, because diners are about consistency during volume sales. About a pile of shredded potatoes, a flat-top grill and the will to turn out a consistent slab of golden brown, crispy-moist hashbrowns time after time after time.
This is what this place does well. And honestly, there is nothing more important than doing the classics well, whether you're cooking four-star food or handing out hot dogs. And it's all about the classics here. Take the chicken-fried steak and eggs at Checkerboard. (I often do.)
Perfectly cooked steak. Crispy, not chewy. Gravy they make themselves, scattered with bits of what I assume are sausage. Rye toast, done right. Hashbrowns, done better than right. Two eggs, done exactly as ordered.
Your choice between three sorts of hot sauce. Coffee. It's diner coffee. I don't expect it to be good and it isn't. What it is is hot and brown. Classic diner coffee. The way it should be. That's the Checkerboard. A diner. As it should be.
Food cooked with respect. Respect for you. Respect for the food. And respect for themselves. I suspect most of their customers stop there because it's on the way. If there was a JB's or a Village Inn a block before the Checkerboard, they'd stop there. They wouldn't know the difference if the place served slop. But the man behind the grill would know. And the man behind the grill is proud.
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