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For the last 30 years or so, we have gone on weekend motorcycle trips for breakfast at a variety of places. A few are iconic for riders, especially the OST (Old Spanish Trail), in Bandera, TX. The roughly 30-mile ride from the San Antonio outskirts to Bandera started to turn into almost a race on Sunday mornings until local law enforcement started to pay attention.

It’s still a beautiful scenic ride. It’s where I learned to love breakfast tacos. About 15 or so years ago our long-term waitress stopped working there. Her daughter told us she had moved to Kerrville, TX, and was working there. Now, for some perspective, when we met her, the daughter was a high-school girl bussing tables, and she is now a mother of four (approaching 40) and an incredibly skilled and friendly waitress. I go to the Kerrville place much more often now, but still make the occasional trip to Bandera.

What these places have in common are great local connections and good old-fashioned Tex-Mex and heart-stopping American comfort food.

There is a picture in the OST of the restaurant with dirt street and horses tied up out front. The Kerrville place is on a small block (next to the county courthouse) with a bail bond office and a tattoo and piercing place.

Please show off your best local greasy spoons!

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  1. Member

    Ok. Great post and delicious looking food!!!

    Now this is a serious topic worthy of careful consideration. To me – the greasy-spoon places are all about breakfast. And while I have My special favourites that I’ll mention later, I do want to applaude the ubiquitous NYC breakfast … the classic bacon egg and cheese on a roll from any bodega in town.

    From NYC celebrity chef Anthony Bourdain …

    Forget about pastrami: The iconic New York City sandwich is bacon, egg, and cheese on a hard roll—cooked on a griddle and served by someone who addresses you as papi or mami.

    The language of New York City in the mornings is Spanish—or more accurately, Spanglish—and even the non-Spanish speakers lined up at the bodega counter usually make an attempt. It’s the last bastion of non-Starbucks breakfast—and maybe the last place in New York where construction workers, doormen, hedge funders, black, white, Asian, and Latin gather in one room, united by a single purpose: the bodega sandwich.

    https://explorepartsunknown.com/the-bronx/recipe-bodega-sandwich/

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    • April 12, 2018 at 8:28 am
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  2. Member

    OST is the only unnumbered state highway in Texas. As the name implies, it follows the trail blazed by the Spanish between San Antonio and a Spanish mission in what is now Nacogdoches, Texas.

    Much of the road, especially that in East Texas, is little improved from when the Spanish used it.

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    • April 12, 2018 at 10:52 am
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  3. Coolidge
    Tex929rr Post author

    I grew up in Portland, ME, and left at age 20 for the military. I never once have eaten at this place but it looks like it should be good. Portland has become very crunchy since I left so maybe it’s all kale and quiche now.

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    • April 12, 2018 at 3:10 pm
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  4. Member

    From the last picture, when you said “heart stopping American comfort food,” you meant it literally.

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    • April 12, 2018 at 3:13 pm
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  5. Coolidge
    Tex929rr Post author

    Randy Webster (View Comment):

    From the last picture, when you said “heart stopping American comfort food,” you meant it literally.

    Hey, you can’t live forever.

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    • April 12, 2018 at 3:56 pm
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  6. Member

    Jay’s Diner in Henrietta (near Rochester), NY. 

    We’ve actually not been there for breakfast. It is our dinner place when we go to the $2 movie theater across the street (our date nights are modest!). Fried chicken! Yeah! Mrs. Tabby usually gets the Reuben.

    It was the first place our daughter wanted to go when she came back from study abroad. She wanted an American diner hamburger and French Fries. 

    The current building is relatively new (built about 2005), but they really gave it the 1950’s vibe – even to jukeboxes at the booths. 

     

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    • April 12, 2018 at 5:15 pm
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  7. Thatcher

    I’ll always have a place in my heart for the Fat City Cafe in Portland, OR. Just a small, quirky, little hole in the quirky Multnomah Village it has an incredible breakfast and great lunch too. I’d frequent there back in my twenties and read a book on the counter while enjoying bacon and eggs or my favorite breakfast, a country friend steak and eggs with hash browns. Saturdays this place is busier than anything and you can almost always see a crowd at the door.

    It also is the site of the not-so-famous Fat City Massacre.

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    • April 13, 2018 at 7:25 am
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  8. Member

    Tex929rr (View Comment):

    I grew up in Portland, ME, and left at age 20 for the military. I never once have eaten at this place but it looks like it should be good. Portland has become very crunchy since I left so maybe it’s all kale and quiche now.

    @Tex929rr  I live in Portland and have eaten here numerous times. From what I can tell, it has not succumbed to the “foodie” epidemic, having pretty standard breakfast fare and still quite good.

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    • April 13, 2018 at 8:06 am
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  9. Coolidge
    Tex929rr Post author

    PedroIg (View Comment)

    now.

    @Tex929rr I live in Portland and have eaten here numerous times. From what I can tell, it has not succumbed to the “foodie” epidemic, having pretty standard breakfast fare and still quite good.

    When I was a kid one of my dad’s friends owned a breakfast place in that building at City Center – Google streets shows it as R M Davis now. Huge old school greasy soaked grille and his buddy cooked – a WWII vet with sailor tattoos. I vividly remember fresh Italian bread grilled and buttered with an egg in the hole in the slice of bread.

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    • April 13, 2018 at 9:24 am
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