In general, the East End offers a plethora of breakfast and brunch options. Our search was for a diner on that Sunday morning and we found one where we did not expect, in Greektown.
White writing on a bright red, Detroit is written in a linear detailed font while eatery is written in an odd font trying to imitate folks - not the best choice. Staples of the diner are written all over the storefront, adding clutter, but at the same time quite right for this old-timer spot.
tiny storefront opened up to an elongated packed hall which greeted us with tons of Detroit Red Wings memorabilia. This was something we did not quite expect from a diner, especially not from a one in a middle of Greektown. We purposefully picked a seat next to the kitchen to watch the breakfast magic happen and take a more detailed look at the cabinet full of vintage cola bottles. 9am on a Sunday, the spot was buzzing with people and energy.
We were impressed with the enthusiasm and sincerity of the main server / host. We thought he is part of the owning family, but found out later that wasn't the case. Awesome to see such a level of commitment - his energy and social engagement did more for us than the expectantly bland diner coffee.
SWIRL & PALATE
There was something appealing in the idea of a morning Hamburger Steak, so we gave it a shot. Our second choice was a straightforward Greek Omelet with Feta paying a bit of homage to the restaurant location, we figured. It took our food a bit longer than we expected, but when it arrived, there was plenty to dig into. Juicy and generous in size, the chunk of meat was a bit on the greasy side, but with no foul smell of overburn. Two simple eggs on the side (pouched as Ma Cherie wanted them) and large-cut boiled potatoes then lightly fried with no skin, were balancing the meat well. As much as the dish sounded like a heart-attack on a plate, we did not find it to be that overwhelming - as the steak was more of a large minced party. Ma Chérie struggled to make it half way with the steak and the older gentlemen which we found out is the owner had to comment that she needs to eat up. As far as the Omelet went, it was also served king sized with a side of home potatoes. There was more than a fair share of cheese and spinach inside, but we found it to be a bit too salty for our taste. Overall though, halfway through our meal we concluded that the atmosphere rather than food was the more important part of our experience on that Sunday morning.
t might be hard to find a table for more than two on a weekend morning, but it will be well worth to try. Detroit Eatery is one of those stalwart spots sticking to its roots and refusing to cave in to trends. Our experience was reminiscent of a visit to Avenue Diner sometime ago which we definitely enjoyed. We wish Detroit Eatery to stay true to itself and continue charging people up with traditional fare and beaming energy in the morning.
PS: as an additional bonus - there is a vivid sports fan base congregating in Detroit Eatery. Surrounded by plenty of memorabilia, the dedicated folks were deeply involved in conversations adding to the general vibe.