For those of you who are just joining us, I have been on an Odyssey of sorts in the past week. I have gone off in search of a decent vegetarian omelette. This may not seem like something worth pursuing, but I would beg to differ. At a minimum, it has at least proven to be an entertaining search, with hair in one omelette (don’t click the link Michelle) and what could best be described as an egg frisbee for omelette #2.
Now that you’re all caught up on my omelette adventures, I can safely move on to my latest attempt. Special thanks are due to Amy, one of our great readers and the author of Parenting With Duct Tape, for suggesting this latest restaurant. I think we found a winner.
Country Harvest Restaurant – Newbury Park
My first impression of this place was that it looked like a vegas buffet mixed with grandmas living room. I can’t really explain it, but the purple carpet with the fireworks pattern reminded me of eating steak and eggs whilst completely bombed at 3am on the strip. Ah, memories…
The grandma’s living room part had more to do with the fact that there were giant stuffed rabbits throughout the restaurant, which just felt a little creepy. Maybe I’ve just seen Donnie Darko one too many times.
Since I didn’t really go there for the decor, I was willing to let these minor transgressions slide. The place seemed clean and comfortable though.
I was greeted at the door by the guy who ended up being my server. He was almost too happy, but compared to the the last experience I had, I was just happy to be acknowledged. He immediately sat me and took my drink order. I asked for a glass of water and he brought me one that could probably have been more accurately described as a pitcher. I love it when places bust out the big glasses.
I ordered the vegetarian omelette which had mushroom, onion, bell pepper and tomato along with wheat toast and their home fries. My meal was on the table in eight minutes. Not bad. So far, this was going pretty well. Now, if only the food could avoid sucking.
The omelette was not too dry and the ingredients were all cooked to my liking. If I had one complaint it would be that they were a little cheap with the tomato and mushroom. The toast was toast, pretty hard to screw that up (although I have seen it done). But the home fries were the star of the show. They were perfectly cooked; crispy on the outside and soft in the middle, they needed neither salt nor pepper. After Brent’s pathetic attempt and Harold’s hodgepodge, it was nice to finally see Shakespeare the way it was meant to be played.
The prices were lower than both Brent’s and Harold’s, and although they don’t give you as much food, I take quality over quantity any day. Even with less, I still had enough leftover to take home a little snack.
The bar has now been set for veggie omelettes on EatMeCalifornia. Country Harvest is the new leader, but that doesn’t mean that I’m giving up on my quest. On the contrary, this has only served to increase my determination. In honor of the approaching baseball season, a metaphor: this was an 0-2 pitch lined into the gap for a double. Next at bat, I’m looking for my homerun pitch.
For the readers out there who find veggie omelettes irrelevant, (Mikey?) consider this: If you can make a veggie omelette taste good, imagine what you can do by adding a little meat and cheese to the equation. And for those of you who want more “meaty” posts, stay tuned in the next few days because I fell off the vegan wagon last night at Ruth’s Chris, and landed right on some foie gras among other sinful things. I guarantee you will not want to miss my next post.
Until then, keep eating and keep sending us your comments and suggestions.