My friend Marisa took me to lunch today. She picked a place on Lawndale at Wayside called the Dinner Bell. It’s an old school cafeteria and just the kind of place I like to go. Here’s the menu board that greets you near the entrance:
We, of course, laughed about the first item on the list. I opted for the roast beef, black eyed peas and sweet potatoes. I ordered something called the “mini plate,” but, as you can see below, it was a load of food.
I completely expected to be underwhelmed by the meal, assuming this was one of those places you go strictly for the ambiance. The women working the line are grandmas-with-attitude, the patrons are mostly blue collar workers or old folks (thankfully there were no yuppies) (oh my GOD, were we the yuppies?) (shit) and the decor hasn’t been updated in fifty years. So I was surprised that it was real food. As in, I think they actually make it on the premises rather than from frozen or cans. It was true “home cookin'” in the best sense. I ate about half of the food on my plate and was more than satisfied.
When you’re ready to pay, you have to go into their adjacent little bakery. There were multiple pastries, cookies, cakes, etc. that looked pretty good if you’re into that sort of thing. I was full of meat and veggies, so I opted not to partake.
You should check it out.