I shouldn’t have to tell you that I’m not a very classy
person. I shop at Goodwill, I watch trashy TV (more on that some other time),
and I drink Mountain Dew (embarrassing, I know). As the Mountain Dew suggests,
my non-classy tendencies extend to my choices of food and restaurants. That’s
probably why I love Perkins.
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Mmm. |
After I got my driver’s license, I would take my brother and
sister into Brookings on Tuesdays and Thursdays for their after school Tae Kwon
Do. While I was waiting for them, I would usually go to one of three places:
the library, WalMart, or Grandma Lorraine’s house.
On the days I visited Grandma Lorraine, we would go out for
supper. Grandma Lorraine has been hard of hearing for as long as I can
remember, so we would usually go to the quietest restaurant we could think of:
Perkins.
Grandma and I went to Perkins time and time again, and we
almost always got the same thing: the appetizer platter. That thing had more
than enough food for the two of us, and Perkins’ honey mustard is to die for.
To this day, I can’t eat a mozzarella stick without thinking of those appetizer
platters with Grandma Lorraine.
My visits to the Brookings Perkins were not limited to
nights out with my grandma. When I was tooling around Brookings with my friends
and my Buick Park Avenue circa the early to mid 2000s, Perkins was the only
restaurant in Brookings that was open extra-late on the weekends. My friends
and I would go to a late movie or a play, and where do you go afterwards if
you’re too young to go the bar? Why, Perkins, of course!
While I always enjoyed a good appetizer platter, I feel that
Perkins’ strong point is most certainly its breakfast menu. (Any restaurant
that serves breakfast all day gets major points in my book.) I’ve always been a
breakfast person, so I can always find something delicious when there are eggs and
pancakes involved. Personally, I like the build-your-own omelette: sausage and
American cheese, baby. Perkins has the BEST hash browns: they’re crispy and
salty, just as good hash browns should be. The build-your-own omelette meal
also comes with your choice of pancakes, toast, or a muffin, which is a HUGE
meal. For years, I got toast… until I wised up. Now, I always get the muffin
and take it home for breakfast the next day (or, two breakfasts, as the muffins
are monstrous).
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Look at those things. |
My Perkins days did not end in Brookings; no sir. I went to
college in Morris, Minnesota, which was not fortunate enough to have a Perkins.
The nearest town boasting any kind of civilization was Alexandria: about a
45-minute drive. During my freshman year especially, it was not unusual for a
bunch of us to caravan to Perkins at 2am (and believe it or not, we were
totally sober).
On New Year’s Eve 2008, my then-boyfriend-now-fiancée James
had conned his brother Jesse, our friend Nate, and me into coming to see his
band (Funky Gumbo, which catered primarily to drunk 50-somethings) play for New
Year’s. When we showed up, we found that we were the youngest people there by
at least a generation. This was in Glenwood, Minnesota: a mere 15-ish minutes
from Alexandria. Jesse, Nate, and I left James and his drunk cougar fan club
and headed to Perkins for a pre-2009 meal. We had a thousand times more fun
there than we would’ve in Glenwood.
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We're only this happy because our bellies are full of Perkins. |
I had a Perkins dry spell in Denver, New Orleans, and for
most of my tenure in Minneapolis. After all, with so many other restaurants to
try, why spend too much time at Perkins? James and I lived four-ish hours away
from each other when I was in Minneapolis, which totally sucked. From time to
time, we’d try and meet halfway, which was somewhere around New Ulm. I remember
eating at the New Ulm Perkins after at least a year without Perkins, and I’d
forgotten how good it was. I felt like an old person, getting all excited over
Perkins (it didn’t help that we were eating at 5pm, thanks to James and his
weird internal clock).
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The coffee adds to the old man factor. |
Upon moving to Sioux Falls and discovering that it holds
nothing but chain restaurants, I made a triumphant return to my Perkins roots. After
all, they’re cheap and reliable: as long as I don’t stray too far from the
breakfast menu (I once ordered salmon at Perkins, which was a huge mistake),
I’m golden. Perkins even emails me coupons now, and the best part? I get a free
meal during my birthday week. Three cheers for Perkins!
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Matt over there is cheering on the inside. |
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