Apothecary: Hi-Lo's 15th Street Cafe, 2720 15th Street, Bremerton, (360) 373-7833 (Note: This is outside of reasonable walking distance from the ferry. But, easy to>"/>
Apothecary: Hi-Lo's 15th Street Cafe, 2720 15th Street, Bremerton, (360) 373-7833 (Note: This is outside of reasonable walking distance from the ferry. But, easy to get to if you're driving by town.)
Time of Entry: 8:30 a.m. on a Thursday.
Level of Hangover:
Level of Hangover:Grumpy. Not a traditional hangover, it was one of those mornings that I woke up and wanted nothing more than to crawl into the back of my closet for a couple days, see nothing, hear nobody, and go nowhere. Instead, I went to Bremerton's Unofficial Thermos Museum.
Level of Waitstaff Hangover: If they'd been drinking last night, they did a damn good job of hiding it. The staff at this instant classic are notoriously friendly, with an overdose of pep. They bring you a bowl of candy for dessert, for cryin' out loud!
Prescriptions: The Hi-Low is an experience. Regardless of what you order, you're getting the Hi-Lo treatment (see candy, pep, above). You serve your own coffee out of the back of a VW bus. Calvin & Hobbes is available reading material. The walls are covered with more thermoses, hence the "Unofficial Thermos Museum" tag. It's also one of those places that seats strangers together, if you're a party of two, for instance, and another pair wants to sit at your table for four. (Thankfully, it wasn't THAT full.)
And then there's the matter of the food. In Bremerton -- light on Breakfast options, but not as bad as you'd think -- the Hi-Lo reigns king of the scene. On my last two visits I've gone straight for the green eggs and ham scram, exactly what it sounds like with that suburban crack known as pesto added for color and kitsch. Typically served with toast and potatoes, they make no fuss about substituting them for a bowl of fruit.
Across the table, my breakfast partner enjoyed the Belgian waffle, which received top marks.
Hair of the Dog: No booze served here. But, this is Bremerton. And there's a nearby convenient store with tall-boys and brown bags if you really need a morning fix.
Success of the Soak: I left happy and full, if not completely clear-headed. It could be a problem for some that this otherwise impeccable eatery doesn't serve the hard stuff. But, after days, weeks, and years of chasing the Turkey, I'm at a place in my life where I can go one, maybe two, meals a day without a touch of the sauce. I know, I'm getting old. Shut up.
P.S. Travolta: Flip the "disco switch" in the bathroom, and you'll ignite the disco ball, which will illuminate a framed LP of the Grease soundtrack.