It’s hard to find a good diner these days.
I mean sure, there’s been a resurgence of greasy spoons as uber popular with the public, and anyone with eyes can see Calgary is a brunch mecca as people stand in lines for quite some time just to dine on potato pancakes and fancy eggs – but the good ol’, line ’em up on stools, blue plate special style diners are a lost breed.
One of those lasting gems in Calgary is the Blackfoot Diner. The diner came to be in 1956 under the hard work of Edna Taylor. Edna unfortunately passed away in 2011, but the diner lives on, open 24 hours a day serving a revolving door of hearty, home cooked fare.
On Canada Day morning, after Siddall and I did a run on the Bow River Pathway, we immediately decided to counter the calories burned with some calories earned, joining the gang at Blackfoot Diner.
Blackfoot has the kitschy, vintage feel that I seek in places where one can dine. The walls are painted a lovely shade of Pepto pink, there’s signs galore, you can play music from your very own tableside juke box, and a train rumbles along a track circulating above everyone’s heads.
While the diner caters to a majority of the truck driving crowd, it’s also a great place to bring kids. Nic was there with the twins, 2, and they kept busy with some well-used toys, sitting in two of the many highchair collection keeping themselves busy.
I usually go for the Blackfoot Diner chili, with cornbread, but this time tried out their Cowboy Breakfast. Six ounce steak, fried potatoes, beans and eggs with a side of toast (I had mine sans eggs). The steak was well-seasoned and perfectly cooked to my request of rare. The beans were dark and smoky and great for toast dipping. The potatoes weren’t as fried as I’d like but there were lots of them so all in all it made for a very filling dish.
Siddall one-upped me going with the Working Man’s Breakfast. Bacon, eggs, potatoes, toast and a pancake, this is not a breakfast for the faint of hearted.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the staff at Blackfoot. The servers here are the bomb dot com. As long as I’ve been coming here it’s usually the same crowd of ladies manning, or should I say, womanning the tables. They’re never far to top up your cup and are quick on getting your meals out and all the requests. We had a party of about 14 people and they were on it like a bonnet. Old-school awesomeness.