At Eddie’s, there’s hardly a vegetable in sight (the green-speckled Denver omelette is a notable exception), the pancakes are plate-sized, and the sausages, gloriously, come in link, smoked, and patty forms. The tender biscuits are always warm, with softened butter, and you can choose between a side of white rice or hot grits. Drip coffee flows easily along with the attentive and efficient service. The back wall is plastered with posters from neighborhood theater groups and also features a working pay phone—a pleasing anachronism—where Mia, the new owner, hurriedly takes pickup orders.
Eddie’s is one of the few places left in San Francisco where the diversity of the Bay Area is evident on any given Sunday—people from all walks of life come together here. Part neighborhood bastion, part unofficial SF Giants memorabilia museum (check out the hilariously eclectic mug collection in addition to the Giants bobbleheads), and a rare spot in the city where you can still get breakfast for two for under $30, it offers exactly what you want in a homey diner.
