Santa Monica, Los Angeles · restaurant
That mint-green time machine on Pico where vinyl booths, a neon sigh, and jerseys of mid-century Americana greet you like a hug from an era that never got carried away. The menu doesn’t play hard-to-get. Biscuits drowning in gravy, cinnamon rolls the size of your phone, and omelets that could double as mattresses (looking at you, Rae’s Special). There’s a counter if you want people-watching deluxe, a tight patio for slow chats, and yes. It’s THE old-school breakfast spot that refuses to trend-chase.
Fluffy buttermilk biscuits smothered in peppery sausage gravy. Classic diner comfort.
Oversized house-baked cinnamon roll with thick swirled layers and cream cheese frosting
Open-faced omelette with ham, bell peppers, onions, and melted American on griddled sourdough