I will transcribe for you some of the dining experiences we have shared over the last forty-five years.

Breakfast in Eugene


As you drive east on Franklin and turn right on Alder, immediately on your right is The Original Pancake house, a venerable institution that has been there since our college days. It now shows signs of expansion, vast dining areas spread out to right and left. On the floor a crowd of waitstaff in U of O tee shirts mill around, aimlessly it turns out. A young lady led us to our table, where we sat, an island of unserved solitude. Around us we noticed that no one in the room had been served anything, no water, no silverware. Meanwhile the waitstaff continued milling, like a nest of disturbed ants. Perhaps they were all mourning yesterday's football loss. Then, out of the crowd, a young lady chose us as her guests of the day.  
> The food was hardly worth the wait. Jane ordered potato pancakes. They were crisp dry and a bare millimeter thick. My buttermilk pancakes were rubbery but edible. The eggs were fine. The patrons around us were erratically served. Some seemed to enjoy the food. 
> On the other hand, if you continue down Alder St to 11th you arrive at the Glenwood.
> In our day a sorority house, it is now a restaurant that deserves a return visit. The waitstaff is attentive and cheery. After the first bite of Eggs Benedict I sat back in my chair smiling in delight. I felt like a cat lapping cream.

Jane too was smiling. 

We have eaten there many times since, and the breakfasts are always excellent.  Rather than hash browns, they serve home fries, delicately accented with onions.  

The waitstaff is always attentive, and able to modify Jane's breakfast as she desires.   

The bathrooms are up one flight of stairs.  They are clean and tidy and there is a nice view of the west side of the U of O campus from the top of the stairs.

We now know the waiters by name.
> There you are, yin and yang on Alder.
> Nick