{"id":4314,"date":"2010-10-05T11:29:45","date_gmt":"2010-10-05T18:29:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/burgersdogspizza.com\/?p=4314"},"modified":"2010-10-05T11:29:45","modified_gmt":"2010-10-05T18:29:45","slug":"bakersfield-ca-milts-coffee-shop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.peterstromquist.com\/?p=4314","title":{"rendered":"Bakersfield, CA &#8211;  Milt&#8217;s Coffee Shop"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Burgerdogboy likes a traditional coffee shop\/diner as much as he digs burgers, dogs, and pizza, but it would have made for a really unwieldy URL, so there you go.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.miltscoffeeshop.com\/\"><strong>Milt&#8217;s<\/strong><\/a><strong> happened to be across the parking lot from my motel, and I was in the mood for a good club or French dip, as I am fairly often. \u00a0(Shallow, huh?)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I wandered over and pulled on the door; \u00a0locked. \u00a0 Wot wot? \u00a0 Circumnavigated the building, found the appropriate entrance, and walked in, two or three waitresses were wandering around, the place was perhaps 25% full, it was about 930p on \u00a0a Thursday.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Took me a couple minutes to get someone&#8217;s attention, as I was standing at the register, not the hostess station. \u00a0I knew what I wanted, and I knew I wanted it to go. \u00a0 &#8220;French dip, onion rings, and one of these t-shirts, please, to go.&#8221; \u00a0 \u00a0The waitress took my order, rang it up, and went off shift.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>It didn&#8217;t take all that long to be served, the cook seemed to have speed down to a science, as he was putting up quite a few orders while I waited.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The waitress filled my bag with condiments, napkins, flatware, and a large cup of au jus, but apparently failed to see that the lid was secure. \u00a0Barely made it back to the motel room before the bottom of the bag gave out. No big deal. \u00a0 I stepped out to get a soft drink, and watched a guy put the same dollar bill in the machine over and over again, 10 or 15 times, before he gave up. \u00a0He gave me a look like somehow this was my fault. \u00a0It was a Pepsi machine (boo) but it did have water, so I opted for that over a Diet Pepsi.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Back in the room, I looked over the sandwich and rings. \u00a0 Looked pretty tasty, but an immediate thumbs down on the roll (equivalent of a Pepperidge Farm sandwich roll, and on the au jus, which, held to my delicate nose, gave off the distinct aroma of the packaged variety, whether from powder or can. \u00a0I really enjoy those restaurants which go to the trouble to take pan scrapings and make the au jus from scratch, including some debris. \u00a0There are places in New Orleans that make such good gravies, you wonder whether you should eat it, or bathe in it. \u00a0Just my opinion.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Milt&#8217;s menu describes their dip as &#8220;tender sliced roast beef on a ciabatta roll.&#8221; \u00a0 The beef was tender, brisket, flavorful, not all that thin, and as I have already mentioned, the roll was a negative. \u00a0And not ciabatta by any stretch of the imagination.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>The rings were good and delivered with a side of ranch. \u00a0 They were still crisp when I got to the room, my &#8220;usual trick&#8221; is for crisp food in take-out styrofoam, to poke some holes in the container before I leave the restaurant, that was the escaping steam from the sandwich has somewhere to go, other than zapping out the crispness of your food. \u00a0Just a theory.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>All in all, a passable meal. \u00a0One of those times where I sum it up by just saying, &#8220;it was what it was.&#8221; <\/strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.miltscoffeeshop.com\/menu.htm\"><strong>Milt&#8217;s menu is online<\/strong><\/a><strong>. \u00a0They are open early and late.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_4316\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4316\" style=\"width: 512px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/burgersdogspizza.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/milts5png.png\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-4316  \" title=\"Milt's Coffee Shop, Bakersfield\" src=\"http:\/\/burgersdogspizza.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/milts5png.png\" alt=\"Milt's Coffee Shop, Bakersfield\" width=\"512\" height=\"353\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-4316\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Milt&#39;s Coffee Shop, Bakersfield<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.urbanspoon.com\/r\/86\/811624\/restaurant\/Milts-Coffee-Shop-Bakersfield\"><strong><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"border: none; width: 200px; height: 146px;\" src=\"http:\/\/www.urbanspoon.com\/b\/link\/811624\/biglink.gif\" alt=\"Milt's Coffee Shop on Urbanspoon\" \/><\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Burgerdogboy likes a traditional coffee shop\/diner as much as he digs burgers, dogs, and pizza, but it would have made for a really unwieldy URL, so there you go. 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