So we went to Silver Crest last Saturday. It’s one of our fave authentic breakfast spots in the city (not exactly in the Mish, but only a short walk outside of it), and what did we find? Dozens of bandwagon-jumping trendspotters. The Crest still has the makings of an incredible breakfast place but it seems to have lost some of its rad since Joe Fixie found it.
Try the liverwurst for $3.75
Double signage action.
There was a time when the authentic touches like a lack of paper menus, jukeboxes at every table, a row of busted pinball machines, and an adjunct mimosa bar were all ours to enjoy with a few other in-the-knowers. Not anymore.
The owners of this place should DJ on Thursday nights at The Attic.
Straight outta the 50s. Too bad there were so many graphic designers and part-time baristas around killing the atmosphere.
What a shame, it was almost like we were at Bouge-a-loo’s. Back to Punjab, I guess.
March 29, 2011 at 1:16 PM |
1. WELCOME BACK 2. This is right by my house, thanks for tipping me off to it, now you’ve got a Jill Internet Slave at the next table.
March 29, 2011 at 2:34 PM |
I used to live in Bernal, and this was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing since it’s hot, cheap, delicious food open all night. Curse because the walk up the hill with a heady buzz and full belly was so rough afterwards.
April 14, 2011 at 4:11 PM |
“seems to have lost some of its rad since Joe Fixie found it.”
This blog is a cliche.
June 5, 2012 at 11:04 PM |
Great post Robbie. Love the pancakes at Silver Crest.:)