WHAT’S FOR LUNCH? SLICES OF TOAST
What’s for Lunch? Or breakfast, while we’re at it. PieHole washes back two meals with good strong coffee at Toast in Red Bank. (Photos by Susan Ericson. Click to enlarge)
What’s for Lunch? Or breakfast, while we’re at it. PieHole washes back two meals with good strong coffee at Toast in Red Bank. (Photos by Susan Ericson. Click to enlarge)
A Chopped Greek salad with grilled shrimp, above, and a plate of hash and eggs, below. (Photos by Susan Ericson. Click to enlarge)
By SUSAN ERICSON
Peace, Love and Pancakes: How can you go wrong with a slogan like that?
The newest foodie haven in Red Bank, Toast is slinging all three, along with hash and other comfort foods, in a glossy retro-American-meets-Scandinavian style luncheonette in the former home of the Broadway Diner on Monmouth Street.
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A breakfast of fried eggs, homefries and sausages from the Red Bank Diner on Broad Street. (Photo by Susan Ericson. Click to enlarge)
By SUSAN ERICSON
Since the unexpected closing of the Broadway Diner on Monmouth Street two months ago, the question of where you can get breakfast for dinner in Red Bank has been on some ravenous minds.
Although it’s not open 24 hours a day, you can indeed have the customary first meal of the day when others are eating their last at the Red Bank Diner on Broad Street.
“We serve breakfast all day long, including pancakes,” says diner owner Louis Kanellos.
Sisters Sarah and Claire Taylor came to the Broadway Diner from Ocean Township with their mom on Tuesday not knowing it had closed. Below, the diner’s famous buttermilk pancakes are now a memory. (Photos by John T. Ward and Susan Ericson. Click to enlarge)
By SUSAN ERICSON
The promise of a “Diner Open 24 HRS,” proclaimed in neon, ended in Red Bank Monday morning without an opportunity for fans even to say goodbye.
For 18 years, the Broadway Diner on Monmouth Street was a vital and consistent part of the community, as reflected in the degree to which both staffers and customers felt blindsided by its abrupt closing.
“I am in mourning,” said 18-year-old Colts Neck resident Jess Soden, who came into town with a friend Monday afternoon jonesing for the diner’s waffles, but ended up theatrically curled into a fetal position on its front steps. “They were just so crunchy, yet so fluffy on the inside.”