Wandered in here after 2 failed breakfast attempts at other establishments along this stretch of coast. As you might guess by this point we were both tired and hungry. Doing side work, like refilling Ketchup bottles and Water pitchers, seemed to be more of a priority than taking our order, but they managed to mossy on over after awhile.
Already feeling kind of beat down by the day, we werent expecting any culinary miracles to come out of this kitchen. And they obliged us by not performing any. My wife Chicken and Dumplings; easily the best food between the four of us. Still, gelatinous is not the texture you want associated with a description of your gravy. Maybe nuke it a little longer next time. My Ham & Cheese Omelet w/ Green Chilies was OK. Though the Green Chile was really sour (turning maybe?) and my Hash Browns tasted like shredded paper. Rooster Cackalack had a couple of Eggs, Sausage and something resembling French Toast. He seemed to enjoy his Sausage, or perhaps he was just too hungry to feel any other way. Lady Cackalack, unfortunately, wins the "WTF?! Prize" of our trip. She ordered from the Specials board: 'Hamburger Steak, 2 Eggs and Hash Browns'. None of us were sure what to do after she was presented with this gem of a plate. Because there, all alone on the left side of her plate, was a tiny, McDonaldsesque Hamburger patty. Are they for real? Was this some kind of joke? That is supposed to pass for a Hamburger STEAK?! We quickly gave up the game and just accepted this as our fate on this lousy, wreck of a morning. Besides, we knew we wouldnt be seeing the waitress again until we had to flag her down for our check 10 minutes after we'd finished with our meals (this of course, proved to absolutely true). Ohhh, poor Lady C.; it was sad watching her try to pretend like she was enjoying the bland embarrassment that she had received. Though, in this respect the four of us were all looking into similar mirrors I suppose. Look at the bright side, at least none of us were dying of cervical cancer (or had to live here).
I have passed through Tillamook a few times now and have shopped at their local Safeway on a handful of occasions. There indeed is an aisle were they sell spices and seasonings. Ive also seen a few Sysco trucks around town, delivering their goods to various establishments so I know its possible to prepare food in this town that has flavor. Yet, in 2 years we have managed to find only found a single restaurant, from here all the way to Nehalem Bay, from greasy spoons to Fish Houses, that serves something that even resembles, good (not even great, mind you) food. Absolutely pathetic. This part of the Oregon coast is a dining graveyard.
Grade: D (At least the food didnt make us sick)