Studio Diner
4705 Ruffin Rd.
San Diego, CA
4705 Ruffin Rd.
San Diego, CA
“They” say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
What I want to know is who the heck are “they” and why are “they” telling me when and what I should eat?
Fortunately for “them”, I actually like breakfast.
Unfortunately for “them”, I like sleep even more.
So in the competition betwe
en sleep and breakfast, well, the snooze button usually wins out.
But some days when I’m on the road, lunch (and bathroom breaks) just aren’t an option. It’s racing the Ford Focus rental from one meeting to the next like Boris Said on a Watkins Glenn road course.
I knew today was going to be one of those days. So I set the travel alarm for an hour early and set out to find a good place in San Diego for breakfast – the only meal I’d get until 10pm.
An old fashioned diner is always a good bet for breakfast. And my research led me to the Studio Diner set smack dab in the middle of some godforsaken industrial park north of San Diego.
Of course “old fashioned” in California means circa 1985.
I’m pretty sure the Studio Diner doesn’t date back any where near that far.
Too clean and modern to be “retro”. Too pedestrian to be California gourmet. The Studio Diner lacks the pizzazz needed to be a true shirt-buying worthy diner.
Located across the street from Northrop Grumman and the corporate headquarters of Jack In The Box, the Studio Diner seems strangely out of place. Apparently some sort of second rate television studio is nearby, which explains the Hollywood motif.
I sat at the counter and ordered the breakfast burrito from my friendly waitress as she expertly took orders, bussed the counter and made fun of her overly talkative regulars.
The scrambled eggs, bacon and melted cheese wrapped in a tortilla with a side of salsa were certain to keep my stomach full until my next meal 12 hours later. The standard diner hash browns on the side weren’t bad either.
The real question after my breakfast at the Studio Diner was whether or not scrambled eggs, bacon and melted cheese wrapped in a tortilla was worth losing an extra hour of precious sleep.
Probably not.
So I say, to hell with “them”. Tomorrow I’m sleeping in.
Rating: Would Wear A Free Shirt.
What I want to know is who the heck are “they” and why are “they” telling me when and what I should eat?
Fortunately for “them”, I actually like breakfast.
Unfortunately for “them”, I like sleep even more.
So in the competition betwe
en sleep and breakfast, well, the snooze button usually wins out.But some days when I’m on the road, lunch (and bathroom breaks) just aren’t an option. It’s racing the Ford Focus rental from one meeting to the next like Boris Said on a Watkins Glenn road course.
I knew today was going to be one of those days. So I set the travel alarm for an hour early and set out to find a good place in San Diego for breakfast – the only meal I’d get until 10pm.
An old fashioned diner is always a good bet for breakfast. And my research led me to the Studio Diner set smack dab in the middle of some godforsaken industrial park north of San Diego.
Of course “old fashioned” in California means circa 1985.
I’m pretty sure the Studio Diner doesn’t date back any where near that far.
Too clean and modern to be “retro”. Too pedestrian to be California gourmet. The Studio Diner lacks the pizzazz needed to be a true shirt-buying worthy diner.
Located across the street from Northrop Grumman and the corporate headquarters of Jack In The Box, the Studio Diner seems strangely out of place. Apparently some sort of second rate television studio is nearby, which explains the Hollywood motif.
I sat at the counter and ordered the breakfast burrito from my friendly waitress as she expertly took orders, bussed the counter and made fun of her overly talkative regulars.
The scrambled eggs, bacon and melted cheese wrapped in a tortilla with a side of salsa were certain to keep my stomach full until my next meal 12 hours later. The standard diner hash browns on the side weren’t bad either.
The real question after my breakfast at the Studio Diner was whether or not scrambled eggs, bacon and melted cheese wrapped in a tortilla was worth losing an extra hour of precious sleep.
Probably not.
So I say, to hell with “them”. Tomorrow I’m sleeping in.
Rating: Would Wear A Free Shirt.
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