Nearly every morning on the way to work, I drive past Crossroads Diner, which I’ve been meaning to visit ever since I read Nancy’s review of the place. This morning, I finally stopped in. And I’m glad I did.
What you see here is a three-egg frittata made with roasted red peppers, goat cheese, and chorizo ($8.95). On the left, that’s hash browns. On the right, if you look closely, you’ll see whole wheat toast. In the near distance, just beyond the whole wheat toast, you can probably make out a cup of coffee ($2.75). All of the forgoing went into my mouth and, from there, into my belly. About that experience I have this to say: I will do it again.
The frittata was fluffy. The eggs were perfectly cooked — firm without being rubbery. The rich, creamy goat cheese worked well with the savory chorizo, which sat in big, satisfying chunks rather tiny rabbit-dropping-size pellets. It’s hard to screw up hash browns; they didn’t.
I have three complaints. First, the service was too attentive. Shortly after my meal alighted on my table, no fewer than three servers asked if my food was to my liking. Once would suffice.
Second, the only spicy condiment they carry is Tabasco sauce. This is Dallas. I’d like a selection. Cholula, please. I’m a fan of Sriracha, too.
Finally, a sign above the door says the maximum occupancy is 231. There were but a dozen diners in Crossroads at 8:30 this morning. It’s a big, airy, comfortable space lit by skylights high above. It begs to be filled with hubbub — conversation about yesterday’s Supreme Court decision, the clinking of cream-stirring spoons against porcelain. The place needs people.
That’s you, friend.