Andis 4-Sterne-Beitrag:
OK, so I couldn't stop Gilbert & Sullivan from running through my head, but that's probably just me.
Looking for a solid diner experience? Fried meat and fried potatoes and meat and iceberg lettuce and cheap white wine and meat? Here's your Buttercup, right by the waterfront. If she was in SF, you'd pay an arm and a leg. In Oakland, just the leg, please.
I cannot wait to come back either late-night drunk or shiny brunching with the kids. They say they have stacks 'o highchairs and serve breakfast all day -- ask for the BLUE menu. Or just for another comfy down-home dinner. Bring a group -- they have those cool connecting tables that connect 2 booths.
For I'm called Little Buttercup -- dear Little Buttercup,
Though I could never tell why,
But still I'm called Buttercup -- poor little Buttercup,
Sweet Little Buttercup I!
I've snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky,
I've scissors, and watches, and knives;
I've ribbons and laces to set off the faces
Of pretty young sweethearts and wives.
I've treacle and toffee, I've tea and I've coffee,
Soft tommy and succulent chops;
I've chickens and conies, and pretty polonies,
And excellent peppermint drops.
Then buy of your Buttercup -- dear Little Buttercup;
Sailors should never be shy;
So, buy of your Buttercup -- poor Little Buttercup;
Come, of your Buttercup buy!