Small town diners are obviously always charming, but Clarette’s busy Sunday morning crowd reminded me of the effects of development and growth on rural America. There were a lot of cute old ladies, for sure, but the rest of the crowd was pretty young, maybe just past college age. Some appeared to be tourists in town (for reasons unbeknownst to me). I overheard someone at the table next to me order vegetarian sausage and smiled, because the menu was otherwise so adorably traditional: omelettes, corned beef hash, pancakes, and coffee.
The coffee was pretty great. I had mine black, to take it all in, and didn’t regret not ordering tea at all. It was a nice dark roast that could have taught Starbucks a thing or two about not burning their coffee. I had the French toast, which was 6 thickly cut slices of French bread in egg batter, fried to be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The waitress brought me 3 syrups: maple, strawberry, and apricot. The apricot was pretty good, though I only tried it with one slice. The strawberry was thick, without being too sugary. In fact, nothing was very sweet, which I appreciated very much. A huge meal, for sure. I’ll probably go back for lunch sometime.
UPDATE: I went back for lunch another day and had the pumpkin pancakes. These were not only the fluffiest, most perfectly cooked pancakes I have ever had, but they were dusted in cinnamon sugar and came with a side of fresh whipped cream, also cinnamon sugar flavored. The pancakes themselves had a rich pumpkin taste. So good.
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