That building covered in bright murals on a California corner looked more like a street art gallery than a place serving hash browns. I had planned on grabbing a quick bite before wandering the neighborhood, and instead I ended up staying way longer than I meant to.
The diner sits in a downtown spot where breakfast has been served for something like forty years, first under one name, then another, and now under a name that comes from the earth and the sun.
The brothers who opened it ran restaurants around town for decades before this, and you can feel that experience in the small details: the way the coffee stays hot, the way the counter seats fill with regulars who do not need a menu…