If you like diners, you must visit Angel’s, which boasts that it is Florida’s first, established in 1932. I came for breakfast, so I did not get to try the hand-pattied hamburgers and freshly made (not frozen) onion rings, which are house specialties, the burgers ranging up to one-pound (“for real men only,” says the menu). Next time, it will be for burgers, o-rings, and skin-on French fries.
Breakfast was OK, but nothing special. The waitress assured me that the biscuits were freshly made, and the one I got was indeed warm. But from scratch? Not likely. Pancakes were fine, as was the bacon – cooked crisp, as requested. The highlight of my brief encounter was the mysteriously named house drink, a Pusalow, which is chocolate milk, vanilla syrup, and crushed ice.
It’s the place itself that is most attractive: an unrepentant hash house that doesn’t try to be anything but what it is. Fellow breakfasters when I stopped by early in the morning included a table full of law officers and several singles – some starting their day, others finishing a long night.