I'm tempted to give this place five stars based on the fact that it was open on Christmas Eve, but I'm not sure it earns a full four stars on its own, so being open when I was desperate merely prevents it from getting three.
My mom and I were hungry when she picked me up from work at nine pm last night--her from driving down from Riverside and me from helping/cleaning up after last minute shoppers--and I have nothing to eat in my apartment. I figured nothing would be open except fast food, but my mom seemed to have her silly heart set on taking me out to dinner. And I wasn't about to turn down a free meal. So we embarked on a journey to find something open. We ended up in Hillcrest and I thought of the Crest Cafe, where I'd had breakfast a couple times before. Miraculously, it was open.
I remembered it for its hearty breakfast sandwich, but knew I had tried some tasty lemon ricotta pancakes there as well. I had no idea what was on the dinner menu, but hey, we didn't have many choices so in we went. I like its style: funky decorations hanging from the ceiling, local art for sale on the walls, and those tables that put you a tad too close your neighbor. I wasn't sure my mom would appreciate it, particularly not that last one, but if she had a problem with the place she didn't say so.
I notice other people seem to be unhappy with the service, but our waiter was cheerful and sweet, which, at ten o'clock on Christmas Eve is quite a challenge. We both ordered coke and he brought a carafe to the table along with our full glasses. They probably do that out of self preservation, since as everyone else has mentioned they are generally busy. While we had a leisurely meal last night the breakfasts I've had have been a bit rushed.
After thorough scrutiny of the menu, I decided on the cold turkey loaf sandwich, which was good but nowhere near as delicious as my mother's sloppy joe. If I ever have dinner there again, I'm getting the sloppy joe. Also, I'll probably opt out of the french fries, because they rested in a little pile of grease on the plate. Their taste was decent though, I just only ate the top layer. My mom had the homemade potato chips. Passable.
Afterwards, the waiter asked if we wanted dessert (in spite of the fact that we were the last people in there and probably keeping them from their families, or at least, their warm beds). I instinctively said no but my mom waved him back. He brought out a platter of really grotesque looking stuff. They must do that thing where they have their food preserved, which always creeps me out because even when it's done well it never looks quite right. Further, either this wasn't done well because everything was kind of sad looking, or it wasn't done at all and we were staring at really old dessert that they left on a plate. Anyway, between the two of us, we decided on the espresso brownie, more from its name the way it looked. It was chock full of walnuts and served with ice cream. Oh my goodness it was nummy! Yes, I said nummy. Anyway, we ate way too much of it considering we were already full, but it was definitely worth it.
Other notes:
I notice on their menu that there's a $3 fee for splitting plates. This is always a peeve of mine. I've never worked in a restaurant so maybe there's a good reason for it, but it just seems greedy, "Oh, you're trying to be cheap, we'll show you!" It's not about being cheap, it's about serving size. Sometimes you just aren't that hungry. Like it's really a $3 effort to wash an extra plate. *eye roll*
The bathroom hallway features photos of employees. Some are silly and fun, and some are regular poses, but there's one person whose face is never shown. In two pictures it's covered by a magazine cut outs, and in another, the mat simply juts into the photo and covers his face. Pretty funny.
Also, in the bathroom, there are labels to help you out. One might think that the Crest Cafe should have enough faith in their clientele to trust them to use the bathroom properly, but as someone who works retail I can assure you, the labels are probably necessary. There's one on the toilet over the flush button that says, "Press firmly," and the sink is labeled "automatic" to contrast with the label on the towel dispenser, which reads, "manual." It's pretty funny, actually. read more