Friday, April 18, 2014

Seal Rock Inn Restaurant

"Anyone who hates small dogs and children can't be all bad." ~ W.C. Fields

Place: Seal Rock Inn Restaurant
Location: 545 Point Lobos Avenue (on the corner of 48th Avenue)
Hours: open at 6:00am every day of the year (except for those days ending in a "y")
Meal: (me) Sophia's Omelette (aka Greek Omelette No.3) ~ Feta cheese, olives, onions, tomatoes, spinach (served with hash brown ~ noted as two words and singular ~ and toast); (Greg) Greek Omelette No. 1 ~ Feta cheese, olives, bell peppers, onion, tomatoes (served with hash brown and toast); (Dylan) Hot Cakes with Assorted Fruit; (Greg & Dylan) a side order of cured and smoked dead, decaying porcine belly; (Greg & me) lots o' Coffee; (Dylan) a glass of orange juice (Dylan is much like I was at his age and really doesn't need any extra hyper-caffeination)

An old Air Force buddy (that would be Greg) and his son (that would be Dylan ~ who I found out shares his birthday of June 13th with a few impressive celebrities) were in town for two nights (and just one day), so, along with the requisite Official 50¢ Tour of San Francisco (Really. It was even given by Curtis James Jackson III himself.), we started the morning of sightseeing with a hearty breakfastary repast at Seal Rock Inn Restaurant (see last 'blog-entry from December 29th, 2013). I really should point out that even though it is called Seal Rock Inn Restaurant (the restaurant being named after Seal Rock Inn, which itself is named after Seal Rocks, which are named after actual seals and rocks ~ and have nothing to do with the music of that guy that is separated from Heidi Klum), they also have decorations throughout the place of other varieties of pinnipeds (e.g. Sea Lions and Walruses, Chumley). After breakfast, we did make a quick stop at the Lands End Lookout Visitors Center parking lot to get a glimpse of the actual Seal Rocks before heading on our way for the morning. 

I would normally try to impress any out of town visitors by taking them to The Bistro Restaurant at Cliff House (see last 'blog-entry from January 21st, 2014), which is just another two blocks down the road, before starting the whole tourista thing at the Ocean Beach end of Golden Gate Park. However, I didn't feel that the breakfast menu there (World-Famous Popovers! and all) would be that impressive to a seven year old boy (and, besides, I was footing the bill for breakfast and didn't want to waste good money on Greg ~ don't worry, I made sure to stick it Greg later on for dinner at Mel's Drive-In). 

As Greg was stationed with me back in Athens, Greece (Άνω Γλυφάδα.… Ελληνικόν… whatever), I pointed him in the direction of one of the many International Omelettes (especially any of the Greek Omelette No.'s) that are offered by Seal Rock Inn Restaurant. I particularly warned him about the most-horrible Sunrise (Omelette With No Country), which should never be ordered by any sane person under any circumstances, even as a joke… ever again.

This was only my second time ordering the Sophia's Omelette, which I have taken to calling Greek Omelette No. 3, because it truly is. It was just as good this morning as the first time. I have had both the Greek Omelette No. 1 (probably my favourite of theirs) and the Greek Omelette No. 2 many times in the past (and, hopefully, many more times in the future).

Greg's order-entry was really very similar to mine (just minus the spinach, but with bell peppers). He said that it was very good, which makes perfect sense, as I would expect anyone that has ever eaten αυθεντική
 χωριάτικη σαλάτα would like this one. Of course (like my omelette) this would be so much better with Kalamata olives in place of the tasteless canned black olives that they use.

Our toast-y choices: (me) sourdough; (Greg) none. He said that he is on some kinda stupid "Paleo[1] Diet" or such. I told him that I was a little more advanced than that and am on the much newer/even more pretentious "Mesolithic[2] Diet"…

Dylan opted for the whipped cream upgrade, which is always a smart choice with pancakes and fruit. This morning's assorted fruit toppings looked to be: apples, pineapple, oranges, strawberries, and probably ruby red grapefruit (I asked Dylan if they were blood oranges, and he said they were, but I kinda doubt that Seal Rock Inn Restaurant would actually use those ~ did I mention the canned black olives?).

For condimentaray supplementation, Seal Rock Inn Restaurant offers both Tabasco® Brand Hot Sauce (the standard red) and Cholula® Hot Sauce (only missing out on Tapatío® for the complete San Francisco Triumvirate of Hot Sauces). Both Greg and I used some Cholula® generously on our hashbrowns.

Hey! I just remembered that Greg and Dylan still owe me $1.00 total for yesterday's tour! (Even if I were to give them the old-friendly-discount or the kids-discount, I still say they owed me at least 75¢ with the tip included.)

Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Sophia's Omelette/Greek Omelette No. 3 ~ 6.6 (I didn't get Greg's GBS Rating for his Greek Omelette No. 1, but I usually rate it 6.7 or such. Dylan's pancakes were just pancakes with fruit and whipped cream on top. Besides, how could I explain the whole highly-scientific process of the GBS to a seven year old?)

1. Yeah, and people like to make fun of stupid vegetarians…

I didn't have the heart to tell Greg that cavemen didn't really cure or smoke any of their dead, decaying animal flesh, though. But I am sure that he is free to eat any formation of rocks that he feels like.

Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, νούμερο ένα:

"Παλιός (Paliós)" means "old" in Greek.

2. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, νούμερο δύο:

a) "Μέση (Méso)" means "middle" in Greek.
b) "Λίθος (Lythos)" means "stone/rock" in Greek.

And just for the heck of it:
The place name "Mesopotamia" comes from Greek meaning "(the land) between rivers". And, yes, the same word root "ποτάμι (potámi)" ~ meaning "river" ~ can be seen in "hippopotamus", Mrs. Kipe.

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