world famous omelettes

We pass this place several times a week on our walks around the lake. As the sign in the alley suggests, it has achieved some measure of acclaim for a twelve egg omelette. Once upon a time it was even featured on the Travel Channel but it was for sale a few years ago and I’m not sure if it has changed hands or it’s just closed right now due to the pandemic.

June 2020 - Reflection Run 35

One of my nephews, eighteen or nineteen years old, literally just loves to eat and I know for a fact that he could finish a twelve egg omelette. He’s a six foot five refillable Greek statue (pizzas, tacos, casseroles, cheeseburgers) with a perfect SAT score, who took a gap year after high school to secretly enlist and graduate from United States Army Basic Training only to find out he wasn’t crazy about the military and he even turned down a spot at West Point (alma mater of Mike “Poophead” Pompeo) in favor of a plan full of complications (this is what happens when you sign on the dotted line for Uncle Sam) at the University of Michigan for fall semester only for the pandemic to cloud that path and now he’s at home during the day with several younger siblings while his single mom’s at work all day. This came to mind a few days ago when we signed the boys up for summer school. It can always be a lot more complicated, I thought to myself.

6 thoughts on “world famous omelettes

  1. Wow, I feel pretty crazed when I order a mere 4-egg omelette, hashbrowns, and the Meat Lover’s Cardiac Arrest platter. And it’s also the first time I’ve heard of someone turning down West Point, he sounds like very self-assured and self-directed guy. (Those terms sound pretty buzz-word-ish, but I mean them as good qualities!)

    • He’s so self-assured he was too late getting his paperwork together for West Point. He ended up somehow acquiring a very late provisional admit to the academy, it didn’t come through until after he’d gone through basic training and by that time he’d started having a major change of heart about a military career, he was terribly homesick for family, Taco Bell and he’d made some trips on his own to Ann Arbor to walk around and that got him even more excited about “regular” college life. His family is going through extreme hard times financially and U of M is going to be both free and relatively close to everyone he knows. My siblings and I were first generation college graduates so that was a remarkable achievement for our family but we didn’t go to prestigious institutions such as U of M so it’s quite a thrill throughout the family. He’s still going to be doing some army and national guard stuff

      • I went to a very small college, always wondered what it would’ve been like to go to a university – now I work for a place with 26,000 students, and Ann Arbor has 46,000, kind of mind-blowing.

  2. We used to stop at Flo’s Diner in Ashford on our way to Mt. Rainier. It was a great little place with giant Denver omelettes and pancakes, and Flo was a sweetheart. Used to shake her head and grin at how much breakfast the old man could put away back then. There was a big poster of Lou Whitacre, the climber, on the wall, signed and stating “Eat at Flo’s, Flo’s has good food”and it was just one of those places you adopt as your own.
    The whole shebang is gone now, including the building and possibly Flo, so long now that we question where exactly along the road it was. Was it that empty spot in the lot next to the convenience store? I’ve googled it numerous times but haven’t found anything at all about it. That and an old dilapidated farmhouse in a field with the mountain sticking up out of the foothills behind it were such familiar landmarks on that road but both are gown now. Time marches on. Gosh your family sounds great! Hope everyone is well TF. Hope your nephew gets to move forward soon also. Such strange times.

    • I think I know 99% exactly the dilapidated farmhouse which you speak of, btw. And can you place your most recent memory of Flo’s? Maybe not, that’s okay. Just that I think I’m thinking of the same place but I’m grasping for straws because as you see I really terribly miss that side and quadrant of the mountain and national park not having been on it for probably ten years or more (since we went that way around) because over time I developed an extreme pulsating philosophical and existential dread of the agonizingly slow, carbon monoxidizing crawl through sprawly Puyallupitopia that made going to Mt. Rainier seem like a journey across the bandit-riddled Silk Road whereas going down the southeast side of Rainier from where we live is super easy-peasy and perfectly suitable for a day. Thanks for reading, Ilona.

  3. Flo’s Diner was a little white building on the right side of the Hwy heading to the park. We think it was an old shack that was converted into the diner. It was under some pretty large firs, and I think there was another green house in the background where Flo and her two daughters lived. It had a counter and a few tables, and Flo was short, stout and brown haired, old enough to have a grandchild by her oldest daughter but probably less than fifty. The poster of Whitacre would be the give away. I honestly don’t know when we made our last stop there, but it’s been a looong time.

    I’ll bet, like me, you have some photos of that old farmhouse somewhere. I have a pencil sketch in some obscure notebook somewhere too!

    We almost always drove that route to the mountain when we lived in Tacoma, but preferred the 410 approach after we moved to Port Orchard. Yes, we had to drive hwy 7 out of Tacoma all the way to the mountain, which these days must be crazy with the way Tacoma has changed. Gosh this brings back good memories! Thanks for asking about it TF. It’s fun to find these geographical connections to our PNW friends.

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