Beth's Cafe

Beth's Cafe is a fantastic idea for Me and the B, on a rainy Saturday afternoon in the Emerald.  Key thing about Beth's, located next to a dive bar on an eminently un-aesthetic stretch of Aurora (so, in other words, on Aurora), is its local fame for making 12 egg omelettes, served on a pizza dish, over a bed of all-you-can-eat hashbrowns.  Here's me and B on the twelver, roughly around the time we realized it was a bad idea:

(That's bacon in the omelette, incidentally.)

Truth is, Beth's makes a mean omelette, but it's a brutish dish best served to cure a specific ailment, like a hangover, or the onset of anorexia, say.  The wait staff is wonderful -- tattoos abound -- and the wait is moderate (we waited about ten or fifteen minutes).  During the day it's subdued with the usual assortment of college-looking kids and couples.  It might be a little edgy for families with small kids, but hey, they have crayons and paper to write on while you're waiting, and if you manage to make some decent art (or not), you can pin it on the wall.  At night the place is full of drunkards and party goers looking for some carbs to cure the blood sugar blues.  Survey says:  check it out.  Sure, me and B were moaning and belly aching around for the rest of the day, but that's a different story.