I had the opportunity to go to a restuarant yesterday with my parents (yes, I'm a mundane kind of guy) I drove over to my folks and arranged to get my unemployment compensation sent in over the computer. This is much better than trying to call MARVIN (Michigan's Automated Response Voice Interactive Network, someone was really grasping for straws to get this acronym, but I digress) which is akin to calling a radio station to win Smokey Robinson tickets (been there, done that, won the tickets).
My mother suggested, from my aunt's recommendatiuon, that we go to the Golden Harvest restaurant yesterday. The name seemed innocous enough, and though this place had been in business since 1951, I had never heard it before. Living in this area for nearly 40 years, and in the interest of getting soemthing to eat, I drove my parents over. When we found it on Turner Street, just north of Grand River in Old Town, I noticed the mascot, jolly roger complete with a skull and crossed fork and spoon on the door. A rainbow sticker proudly reading "celebrate diversity" on one of the windows. We got out of the van and made our way through the door...
What was inside can best be described as ecclectic. There's a Pee Wee Herman doll over the cash register, along with skateboard, masks and every strange and interesting thing you can imagine in this very intimate restaurant. It was also very busy with music playing spiritedly in the background. The clinetele was as diverse as the decorations that help define this business. Many sported tattoos and piercings in diverse places. There was an older couple and some young people there that were pretty ordinary. Then there were us middle aged folk who had walked in to get a table.
The tagline is "Same Good Food! Same Bad Attitude!" but the waitress greeted us warmly and took our order. I ordered eggs, their "homemade" sausage and hash browns with wheat toast. My stepfather a breakfast burrito and I can't for the life of me remember what my mother ordered. Oh well.
Well is right. What I got were eggs over medium that were just like I ordered them, the best spicy sausage I have ever had, and everything else done to perfection in a clean, friendly place that's local. Unlike chain eateries with a lot of scripted policies, the Golden Harvest seems to have only two, cook great food in a wonderfully eccentric and ecclectic atmosphere.
The point that I'm tring to make is that the saying "never judge a book by its cover," is chiche', it still holds true. Anyone taken aback by the mascot, tattoos, etc should really take a second look at this place. There was a time when an eatery wasn't nearly always some national coporate chain as everything seems to be now. In fact, businesses were all small businesses at one time. This is one that the national chains will never duplicate, ever. I'm recommending the Golden Harvest for anyone who wants to check it out.
the Golden Harvest
1625 Turner Street,
Lansing, MI 48906