Seal Rock Inn Restaurant

"And the Beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert...” 
— Kris Kristofferson, 
"Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" (1970)

http://sealrockinn.com/restaurant/

(Unfortunately, their official-type web-site really leaves a lot to be desired.)


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 (and you can't beat that with a [bread]stick [filled with Feta, or even two breakfast Beers])

Meal: Sophia's Omelette ~ Feta cheese (and they actually have this listed as the first ingredient on their menu; this was not any editorializing on my behalf ~ even though, as I always do say "Everything's betta with Feta!"), olives, onions, tomatoes, spinach, served with hash brown[ sic ], toast (sourdough was my choice again) and jelly; and a glassa fresh-squeezed orange juice (Ha! and it came with an old-school plastic straw!)

(Gratuitous photo of the actual Seal Rocks.)[1]

(There really is no EweToobular juxtaselection here, other than the breakfastary reference in the first stanza. Unfortunately, there was/were no Beer/s included in breakfast [or dessert] this morning.

"Hey, Brian, but why didn't you at least use Kris Kristofferson's version?"[2]

Well, I will answer that in a three-part response:

1) You gotta problem with the Man in Black?!

2) While Mr. Kristofferson penned many a great tune, his singing was not quite as good as some of the other artists' cover-renditions. Let us put it this way, would you rather hear his version or Miss Joplin's paradigmatic performance of "Me and Bobby Maggie"? There really is no comparison.

3) Any questions? See #1 or #2.)


Doesn't everyone have a three-day weekend this week, too? 

What the h*ck! I had an extra "Floating Holiday" to burn and felt like making September a bookend-ed month with opening and ending three-day weekends. Because of such, I figured I would go out to breakfast on a Friday morning for a change, and to keep it extra simple and local, I extra simply headed back to 
Seal Rock Inn Restaurant (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, May 12th, 2018). 

This is always such a great place for:
1) omelettes (they offer way too many different ones to list);
2) locality (it is just fifteen blocks due westward, ho', from my apartment);
and
3) they open very early (every d*mn day of the d*mn year, too) for breakfasts.

It was pretty empty on a Friday mornin' comin' down... with only two other tables of people eating there when I arrived at 8:00am.

The official name of this dish is "Sophia's Omelette"; however, I have seen fit to rename it "Greek Omelette No. 3". ("Wait. How come you can rename the dishes at these restaurants, Brian?" Please, do not make me sick the Man in Black on you.) This came made more as "scrambled eggs with sh*t in 'em" and folded over into an omelette-thing, which is basically how I make omelettes at home (well, if I ever have any eggs... or Feta... or olives... or onions... or tomatoes... or spinach... in my refrigerator and ever feel like attempting to make an omelette ~ you know what they say: "You can not make an omelette if you do not have any eggs to break."). Of course, it was still better than anything I could make myself. Plus, there was mo' Feta, mo' Feta, and mo' Feta! I am not exaggerating here, there must have been at least one-quarter to one-half pound of Feta inside the omelette; and these were in righteous chunks, not those crumby crumblies that some places try to foist off on you as "bites of Feta". The one complaint I always have is that they only use those plain ol' sliced olives from a can. This would be so much mo' betta if they used Kalamata olives instead. (And I always like to point out the irony that the owners of the restaurant are Greek themselves.)

For condimentary supplementation, Seal Rock Inn Restaurant offers both Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) and Cholula® Hot Sauce (Original). I used some of my own Dixie Crossroads Hot Habañero[ sic ] Pepper Sauce 
(Thanks, Brian!) on the hash brown[ sic ] (well, there were several shreds of potatoes, so I can assume these are technically hash browns) and several grinds of grains of paradise all over the omelette and hash brown[ sic ].


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Greek Omelette No. 3 ~ 6.8 (this is factoring in the incredible amount o' Feta in it this morning; now, if they ever used authentic Kalamata olives in it, this would easily be over 7.0)

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1. https://www.nps.gov/goga/learn/historyculture/upload/Seal_Rocks_sr-2014.pdf

2. What the h*ck, ol' Red sang a very nice version of this song, too: