Nick (McRae) had to drop his car off at a spot way north in Westerville. We left early to try to minimize our run-ins with traffic and to leave time for breakfast. On the way out the door, I grabbed my new copy of Breakfast with Nick. Flipping through the “Northeast” section of the book, I came across an entry for Fitzy’s Old Fashioned Diner — “one of Columbus’s few 24 hour diners” according to book-Nick, who I suppose I should actually call blog-Nick. It’s true: there aren’t any 24 hour diners. I’ve been complaining about this since I moved here. Apparently I’ve been slightly wrong cause there are a few more than none (I’ll have to track down the others sometime).
Fitzy’s was nice. It’s stuck in a strip mall, but they make the most of the interior. There’s a counter — I love a counter — facing the main grill where the cooks are busy frying up breakfast. Booth’s line two of the walls. The drink station is oddly stuck in the middle of the restaurant, but this arrangement actually perfectly reflects how immediately and intimately the waitresses take care of the customers. At 8:15 on a Friday morning, the place was filled with an older crowd of regulars who all seemed to know each other (and the waitresses) by name. Nick was pleasantly surprised that they had sweet tea. He said it wasn’t quite “Southern” but better than nothing. I ordered my usual breakfast meal — egg’s over easy, potatoes, and toast. It’s a nice standard barometer to compare restaurants with (tiramisu is good for this on the dessert side). The eggs were done well but with no special distinction. The potatoes were home fries. The seemed to pre-cooked (at least partially) and then fried up on the grill, which gave them a less-than-ideal mashed potato quality. I got biscuits instead of the stand toast, and I’m glad I did. They were tasty and slightly crumbly without being dry at all.
I consider my Breakfast with Nick investment to have already paid for itself with this find. I consider my breakfast with Nick to be the perfect start to the day.