Not to be too unkind, but a few of the juicier descriptive terms that pop into mind when pondering the gals who sling plates up at CdA’s northside breakfast mecca the Rockin’ Robin include fried, grizzled, sizzled, smoked out, coked out and choked out. The food is always incredibly dank, stick-to-your-ribs good and you have to love a place that refers to the pancakes as Pips (as in Gladys Night) and features an omelet called “The Supremes”. The waitresses are equally as retro, apparently suspended in a world where it’s okay to wear Christmas balls as earrings and eye makeup that would make even the late, great Tammy Faye blanch. Plus, their you’ll-get-your-maple=syrup-when-I-damn-well-feel-like-it attitude and sassy coffee-buzz wit with either leave you in stitches or leave them needing stitches after you lose your cool and attack them with your fork. You’ll love them anyway and they’ll keep you coming back/OrangeTV, Get Out! North Idaho. More here
Question: Do you have any “Best Ofs” to add to OrangeTV’s quirky list?