Breakfast #7: Back to the Rooster's Den

In August, we returned to Rooster's on Phinney Ridge with a group of guest pancake and jack diners. Chris, Sylvia, Theo, Mai, and Issei were all keen on joining Pacifica and I, so we decided to take them to the most to the best restaurant within walking distance of Woodland Park Zoo.

Upon arrival, the first thing that I noticed was the proliferation of rooster drawings. Much like Beth's, Rooster's is now turning to patron crayon art for its wallpaper. Unlike Beth's, Rooster's customers are likely sober, which has an interesting impact on the art--the chickens on the walls at Rooster's are depicted as engaging in typical rooster behavior--strutting about a chicken run, munching on a worm, crowing at sunrise. In contrast, a typical chicken portrayed in Beth's gallery would probably be engaged in something illegal, immoral, or borderline... Interestingly, the quality of the art is about the same at both places.

With a table of seven, we put an obvious strain on Rooster's infrastructure, but there were enough boosters to go around, and the service came with a smile. This time, our food came out piping hot--albeit in two sets (apparently, there are not enough burners in the back to make seven seperate b'fast dishes). Writing this after some months have passed, I can't recall what I had, though I think it was some sort of Mediterranean scramble. Yummy.

All in all, the seven of us were well satisfied. The kids went to town on the whipped butter and syrup, soaking thier plates and filling their tummies with sugar and saturated fat. Afterwards, we walked down to Woodland Park, on the northern tip of the zoo, and played until it was time to bring Chris, Theo, and Sylvia to the airport, and for our kids to head home for a nap.