Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Review: The Silver Spoon

The Silver Spoon
218 Flatbush Avenue (at Bergen St.)
2/3 to Bergen Street; B65, B67
Reviewed by Emily Lawton

The Order: Western omelet with home fries and wheat toast; coffee

The Food: Fairly disappointing. The omelet was more like fried eggs, folded. Though I tend to prefer "well-done" eggs over runny ones, this had an obvious crust both inside and out that spoke to careless cooking -- the kind of careless cooking that entails walking away from the grill for several minutes at a time. This led to the omelet being way too dry, which might've been less of an issue if I'd chosen something with cheese. But should I have to compensate for their mistake? The fillings were well-distributed throughout -- cooked into the eggs instead of bedded down in the middle. The red peppers were good, and the ham acceptable, but the onion pieces were too large and too crunchy for my taste.

The homefries here are below average, with soggy potatoes and the carrots and onions undercooked. I don't really like carrots in there to begin with (because really, fried carrots? ["I never heard of that in my life, and I can't say I wanted to" -- Sars]), and the difference in texture among the vegetables was disconcerting.

The toast was perfectly toasted, neither over- nor under-done. Buttering, however, was half-hearted, and made for greasy middles and dry outer edges.

The Drinks: Silver Spoon's coffee is standard diner fare: palatable but nothing to brag about. I like that they actually have a cup-and-saucer serving system, as opposed to a plain mug. The cream came in a 4 oz. plastic juice glass, which seems odd since there are a variety of dishes specifically designed for dispensing dairy into coffee. Their improvisation is unwieldy; it's almost impossible to pour without spilling cream all down the side.

The Service: The waitresses here are generally young women who are attentive but only intermittently friendly. Though my water glass was a tiny 8-oz. number, it was never empty. Coffee refills were readily provided. Food arrived in about ten minutes. Sadly, they have the New York mentality that dictates that customers don't really want their bills, even when they've finished eating many minutes before and seem to be fidgeting around in their seats. We finally had to go find our waitress to get the ticket, which is always irritating.

The Surroundings: Lots of mirrors, and where there aren't mirrors the walls are cluttered with framed things (letters, newspaper articles, et cetera). There's a vaguely Greek theme. The front windows look out onto Flatbush Avenue, which can be entertaining, but only a few tables have a view. People sitting towards the back can entertain themselves by watching the cook in the open kitchen, or by staring at their own reflections on every wall. The Silver Spoon has table seating, and a row of stools along the counter with the required diner allotment of old men eating soup.

Miscellany: This is a local establishment, with some degree of quirkiness, and it's my neighborhood place, so I wanted it to fare better. But any diner worth its salt should be able to serve up a decent eggs-and-potatoes breakfast with ease, and the Silver Spoon just doesn't deliver.

review by Emily Lawton

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6 comments:

Sars said...

Those one-big-glunk-in-the-middle butter bombs seem to be the norm these days; don't diners put out the little wrapped individual packets anymore? Not that I mind a big glunk of butter, by any means, but I also like to have control over the process.

tina said...

The problem that can arise with the big glunk of butter is that if it's on your plate it can slide over onto your eggs, which YUCK.

Nomie said...

I remember being little and going somewhere and getting the big glunk of butter on pancakes... but I thought it was some kind of thick whipped cream or ice cream or something, so I stuck half of it in my mouth. Ewww.

Is Tiffany's still around? It's down in Bay Ridge. Half diner, half swanky restaurant, and they made real cherry and vanilla Coke (with syrup and everything). I haven't been there since my great-aunt died. Oh, nostalgia!

Teddy said...

Too bad, this is in my neck of the woods--I must ahve walked past it half a dozen times this weekend on trips to the hardware store, first to but stuff to prep for a few projects around the house, and then to buy stuff to try to minimize the damage caused by my projects around the house.

Also, I feel as though any diner called the Silver Spoon MUST have a rideable toy train running through it.

Emily said...

Believe me, a ridable toy train would've gone a long way towards making the experience more enjoyable... Maybe they could send your food out on it?

Deek said...

I miss them. They made the best Eggs Benedict I have ever had.