aka Goody’s Red Wing Restaurant
On a quiet corner in the El Camino neighborhood lies Mr. Goody’s, at its opening hour of 8 a.m. Enjoy the quietude while you can! By 9 a.m., the area will be bustlin’ and the booths will be a-fillin’!
You can be CounterFolk or Citizens of the Boothby. We chose a booth in the northern sector of the restaurant, which seemed to be the most private. Sitting at the right-hand side of the counter, as seen in the above photo, means that every walker-in and walker-out will be brushing past your back.
Dave ordered eggs, sunny-side up, with *gasp!* a salmon patty. Now listen, when he ordered, the server goes, “Hmm, are you sure?” Dave queried in response. The server replied, referring to the salmon patty, “I don’t think you’re gonna like it. I have regulars who come in here and love it. But… I don’t think you’re gonna like it.” Dave, brave as Achilles (or perhaps brave as a youth playing as the Master Chief on Legendary difficulty just before he pops out from behind a rock to engage a Hunter), said, “I’ll try it!”
Bo ordered the western omelette, with a meat sauce add-on. Kathy ordered eggs over medium and some hash browns (more on that later!).
Before anyone even took a bite, we paused to reflect on the picture-perfection of Dave’s eggs over easy. That’s something that belongs on an advertisement, or maybe on a roadside billboard, or maybe on a little-known breakfast blog.
Dave took a bite of the salmon patty. Suspenseful pause. “Not bad!” Suspenseful pause. Then his face did this thing, you can’t really describe it in words, via text. Like his eyes sort of looked like they started looking farther out, like 20 yards distance, or maybe into the future, 20 years distant. His jaw sort of clenched, but not really clenched. More like, became more still. His Adam’s apple moved, ever so slightly. “Hmm,” he noted.
Assuming that the flavors of the salmon patty were so Lovecraftian and eldritch as to not be described or warned against, I knew that I had to confront the monster myself. I took a bite. “Hmm, I kinda like it-” I said, before it, IT, hit me too. There’s a 2-second delay. A 2 second delay! Then you get hit, not in the tongue, but like, in the back of the throat if that’s even possible. Do you have taste buds there? Anyway, there’s like a weird tangyness — some tang. And, as I’ve already indicated, you don’t notice it for two seconds.
Still, Dave eventually finished the Salmon. “I’m glad I didn’t actually make the bet!” the server said, “Or I would have lost!”
Bo’s omelette was perfectly fine, especially with Frank’s added as an accomp- accompanim- side flavor thing.
Overall, the food was surprisingly edible! (Except Kathy declared the opposite regarding her hash browns — notably, Dave clean-plated his hashbrowns, too! So he has salmon patty and hash browns and eggs all down there, a-simmering).
Regarding the salmon patty: be brave! The server warned us, after all. She said it contained bread crumbs and some other stuff. It’s like a potpourri of salmon.
About $32 for all three of us, including add ons, but not including tip. There are plenty of signs warning that you tell them that you want to tip them AHEAD OF TIME! So we did.
Pro Tip: There is no parking lot. Stop looking for it! There is street parking available on North Clinton itself! You can see your car while you eat!
Don’t Miss: The coffee mugs! Or, for the Master Chiefs out there, the salmon patty!
“LEEEEEERROOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYY….
JENKINS!”
-Dave before eating the salmon, probably.