Lisa's Radial Cafe

• Gobackability-- Not an issue. Been going for years.
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• Service -- Make your presence known, then you are in!
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• Food-- Artery clogging goodness.
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• Browness-- Sausage Gravy.
  

Lisa's Radial Cafe

817 N. 40th Street, NE 68131

(402) 551-2176

Diner/American Classic

Homer: One of you out there has decided to be nearly as cool as Jordan and I and send us cool stuff. You know who you are. You are the coolest.

Jordan: We totally appreciate your coolness and your coolness just amplifies the lameness that everyone else basks in for not sending us cool stuff. Nice work LK.

Homer: Let's reiterate. Browness is a state of mind.

Jordan: Yes... Non-brownness thus qualifies, sort of, for our brand of existential food reviewing.

Homer: Just because a place is ethnic doesn’t' mean it is brown. And just because a place is not ethnic doesn't mean it is non brown, would you agree?

Jordan: Yes, I think. Sooo, that brings us to the next destination of Brown on the Towne, Lisa's Radial Cafe.

Homer: I am trying really hard to justify here....

Jordan: I feel you on that one, but there's enough left over smoke residue in that place to make it brown enough my friend.

Homer: Do you know some Radial history that I am unaware of?

Jordan: Just that it is the oldest, and previously smokiest cafe in Omaha (before they passed that darn smoking ban).

Homer: Ahh. I thought you might have some old speakeasy story, or heard that it used to be a cigar factory...

Anyway, TO THE FOOD!

Jordan: Doing the Radial was a request from some faithful Brown on the Towne readers. Those lucky yahoos even got to be our Brown on the Town Special Guests #2-5. You filthy animals you!




























Homer: When do we stop numbering our special guests? I don't know about you, but I think giving people numbers is something that should remain in the realm of the DMV.

Jordan: Are you suggesting we create BOTT code names for these folks? Maybe assign them names of famous authors like Thor Heyerdahl??

Homer: What's BOTT?

Jordan: Brown On The Towne mofo!! BOTT!!!

Homer: Right on! Maybe it could be like Sesame Street, and we could introduce them as a number and a letter

Jordan: I think that's workable.

Homer: Today's BOTT was brought to you by the letter X and the number 69. Today's special guest, X69!!!

Jordan: Homer, allow me an opportunity to do what I shall now dub, "Jordan fuzzily remembers things he used to did."

Homer: Go man go!

Jordan: So back in the day I lived in a wonderful, magical place I will refer to as Hamilton House. In that house lived magical creatures called The Kid, Cool Breeze and Cowboy Cal. Every so often, (or every night) we would have neighbors, friends, friendly animals, enemies, whomever over for parties. The parties would go on, trees were climbed, many a good time had. Usually the next morning as I would deliriously try to hide from the sunlight creeping in through my window, a faint rumble, no, a voice in the distance could be heard. That voice would say, "r-r-ra-di-al". I would turn in my bed wondering if really heard what I thought, and I would hear it again, only louder and minutely more coherent, "radial". Other voices would join in. Then I found myself enchanted by this morning magic and roaring radial at the top of my lungs. Then the roomies would appear in the hallway and we would go to the Radial.... Ah memories.

Homer: Sounds like heaven. If heaven had rafts...

Jordan: Let's just say the Radial conjures fond memories... the rafts, though wonderfully delicious, would be the cause of many digestive nightmares later in the day.

Homer: What exactly is a raft you ask?

Jordan: A pure, unadulterated, hangover cure and artery clogger kneaded into an amazing plate of goodness.
Here is an example:


















Homer: Wow. Look at the size of that thing! I am not such a regular at the Radial as Jordan. But the raft is legendary. Curing hangovers since 12 AD. Or round about there.

Alas, the raft was not in my cards that day. I tried more traditional breakfast fare. I ordered the corned beef hash. Now that reminds me of my childhood. Frosty mornings in my flannel PJ's around a fireplace delicately sampling delicious corned beef hash...wait. I think I made that up. Actually, I grew up in balls hot Phoenix, I slept in my underwear and my family ate corned beef hash from tortillas. Ahh the memories...

Jordan: I understand and respect your menu selection that day. The Radial has excellent breakfast foods served all day long. What did you think of the hash?

Homer: Well, to be honest it tasted just like I remember. I am not sure if that is a good or bad thing. I mean, they were wonderful memories, but I don't know if corned beef hash was all that great back then either. And the raft?

Jordan: Oh the raft... I need a moment..........................................................................................okay.

For those uneducated in the structural composition of the raft.... The foundation is made up of an entire plate of hash browns. On the hash browns rests two buttermilk biscuits. The whole thing is smothered in the Radial's famous sausage gravy. Quite the meal, but that's not all. On top of the whole thing are two eggs made to order. I need another moment...............................

It was great.

I will advise you, faithful readers, to try visiting the radial on a weekday. The weekends are full of preppy college kids and west O expatriates looking for a sense of authenticity to boost their egos. On the weekdays you meet the neighbors, the regulars and some really cool blue-collar folk with interesting stories to share.

Homer: Good advice. I also have some sound advice. Never try to eat a Tablespoon full of cinnamon. Or if you do, make sure someone videotapes it.


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Jordan: Remember kids, leave us comments and suggestions here on the blog or email them to brownonthetowne@gmail.com. Also send us cool stuff!!!!!!!!