I began this culinary journey after a night of playing and listening to noise/experimental music at Trophy’s in Austin, Texas. “Deep Summer Noise”. This experience left me ravenously hungry. I took my shit home and set out for Kirby Lane South. An old favorite in a new location. As soon as I walked in I knew something was amiss. After a minute of scanning the menu I figured it out. The music was horrible and it sounded like shit. Some sing along pop metal caterwauling bullshit. The cute girl with Red hair behind the counter seemed to be delighted with her choice of tunes and I asked her if the music was coming from the kitchen and she informed me that it was playing throughput the “store”. I was appalled. I left a dollar on the counter for my water and walked out without saying a word. I may never go back there again as long as I live.
I trundled North on Lamar about two miles, over the bridge to 24 diner. I have mixed feelings about this place but since I hadn’t been here in a while I bellied up to the bar and looked over the menu. Everything looks good. I decided to go with the French Toast Platter. Comfort food I desperately needed as it is easy to see this fucking, stupid ass world is coming apart at the seams. I moved to a window seat and silently played Angry Birds while listening to the banal conversation of what I can only assume were college students while I patiently waited for my meal.
My French Toast Platter arrived in an acceptable amount of time. It looked delicious. It was delicious. Hands down the best French Toast Platter I have ever eaten. I’m going to take this opportunity to mention that I am 43 fucking years old. THICK fucking toast with fluffy cream cheese and Blueberries. FLUFFY fucking scrambled eggs. BAD ASS in house made veggie sausage. I SHIT YOU NOT! I feel so comfortable now. Perhaps there is hope for humanity, after all. -Nathan Espen
24 Diner (600 N Lamar Blvd # G, W 6th St, Austin)