Next door to Malarkey's Pool & Brew with an entrance on Fawcett is a parking lot. Do not park there. There is a set of metal stairs leading up to Tacoma Avenue giving you the idea that you can take a short cut. Not so. There is a locked gate at the top. This is not something you want to encounter in the pouring rain.
I had dropped Peg off at the front door to get a table and place our orders. We were headed to the Grand Cinema after lunch to enjoy a movie. After returning to the car from the stairs, I left the mostly empty parking lot and drove down the street to the parking lot next door to the Grand Cinema only to see the Suburban in front of me take the only empty space. I then chose my third option on the hill in a 90 minute parking spot and then walked in the rain uphill and around the corner.
I squeezed into the booth and then changed sides with Peg for a slightly larger space between the built-in table and seat. Although Malarkey's has quite a bit of floor space, most of it is taken up with pool tables. There were a number of people sitting on bar stools at the bar, but there were only two booths. There were also tall tables and high stools, but we declined their use.
The clientèle was mostly dressed in early . . . or perhaps late grunge: black coats, black hoods and caps, black shoes . . . and jeans. Everyone seemed friendly.
Peg had ordered bacon and eggs for me with a side of biscuits and gravy, and a BLT for herself. She was served first. Peg's only complaint was that there was too much lettuce. She liked the marbled bread and lots of bacon. There was also a helping of tater tots. Half the sandwich came home with us. She enjoyed her half as well as her tea.
We were a little rushed for time. We had a relaxing morning and then tried to cram a relaxing lunch into thirty-minutes or less. Cram and relaxing don't often go together.
My biscuits and gravy came out second. The biscuits were as I feared. Tasteless and flannelly. I never expect good biscuits and am rarely disappointed.
Now, the gravy on the other hand was very tasty. I love good gravy. Sometimes I'll just order sourdough toast and sausage links along with a cup of gravy. I'll drink coffee and dip the toast and links into the gravy, but to do this, you need to know that the gravy is worthy.
The toast served with my bacon and eggs was Texas Toast (perhaps pan-fried) and well buttered. I shoved my partially consumed biscuit to the edge of the plate and put half a piece of a toast in that spot and raked gravy over it. Now, that was super good. I know what I am ordering next time around.
Peg hadn't ordered Doman hash browns, "Burnt, burnt, burnt . . . with an onion in them." The menu didn't mention hash browns. My gravy was virtually gone, but I did manage a little glob on a small helping of hash browns. Excellent. The hash browns were not the dark golden brown I prefer, but they were uniformly light brown (top and bottom).
Next time, we'll make sure we have a chance to ask questions about the individual items. Since Malarkey's doesn't open until eleven, breakfast and lunch overlap. Peg will probably ask about the soups. Although they have a chicken fried steak as well as a rib eye steak and eggs, I'll probably go for the bacon and eggs, again . . . with a cup of gravy . . . or a bowl of gravy if I can order it that way.
Malarkey's is proud to offer a fantastic Friday Happy Hour Special: $3 beers and a free buffet. I think the biggest problem would be eating space. This has got to be a boon for street people in the area. It reminds me of the old Gunsmoke TV show, where Kitty's Longbranch Saloon served free sandwiches or boiled eggs with the purchase of a beer. Malarkey's barmaid, like Miss Kitty was warm and friendly . . . even on a wet, soggy February day.