“Okay, I give up,” Mag says. “Why is this place called Pegah’s Kitchen?”
“Because it’s a breakfast place and ‘Pegah’ means ‘Dawn’ in Persian. Breakfast time!”
I’m guessing about that last part, because this is a breakfast place. But I’ve been told it’s also a girl’s name. The owner’s daughter.
This lil’ exchange is taking place on Redwood Street, in Escondido, on a blistering-hot Sunday. I’m up visiting Mag. I haven’t even had a cawfee, let alone food, since last night. So we hurry in. First good thing: it’s cool inside. Some folks are chomping away on the patio, but most have opted for the cool, teal-blue-colored booths under fans inside. Place looks straight out of the ‘50s, but fresh, like it opened yesterday. Maybe it’s gotten a post-covid paint job. A wall clock made of knives and forks ticks away.
“Who’s that?” asks Mag. She’s looking at a photo on the wall. A man and his son sit cross-legged together on a pier.
“That’s my father and me,” says Nima Soleimani, the guy in the “Pegah’s Kitchen” hat who’s doing the day’s receipts. (It’s around one. They’ve been open since six.) He says his dad, Fred, who is from Iran, started washing dishes while he was studying for a degree in engineering at Arkansas State University. He ended up running a string of his own restaurants in Kansas City, then left for San Diego when Nima and his brothers went off to school in California. And what a dad! Within a few years, Fred had opened three new eateries right here in northern San Diego County.
Nima hands us menus. “We’re a family business here,” he says. “I’ve been working since I was 14.”
The menu’s big, and filled with every dish you can imagine. Standard diner brekky and lunch dishes, that is. “Pegah’s Classics” are variations on diner dishes, things like the A.M. Starter ($10 for two eggs, bacon, sausage patties, sausage links, or ham steak. A half order goes for $8). Or corned beef hash and eggs ($11), kielbasa and eggs ($11), or breakfast skillets. The Spicy California Skillet, Country Skillet and Mexican Skillet are $11 each. Waffles are about $8, burgers run $11, sandwiches, including the French dip, are also $11, though the grilled cheese sandwich is only $8.
So yes, we’re talking reasonably priced diner fare, with recipes that I’ll bet haven’t changed in 100 years. I’ve suddenly got the hots for one of the featured items: Country Fried Steak and Eggs. But wait! I’m perusing through sandwiches, and here’s Pegah’s Chicken Bacon Melt ($11) with a “juicy grilled pineapple ring.” Hmm! Blast from the past! What if I decide to go for the country fried steak, with its sausage gravy and two eggs, and then see if I can add the pineapple ring? Don’t mind paying a couple of bucks more. It would add such a sweet kick. Maybe I’ve picked up on the Filipinos’ taste for mixing sweet with savory.
Maggie knows what she wants, kinda. “Benedict. Got to have that hollandaise sauce.”
Except here you have choice. Classic, Country, or California. The differences? Classic’s on an English muffin, with the poached eggs, ham, and hollandaise sauce; Country’s got two sausage patties “on our famous biscuit” with country gravy and cheese. The California has bacon, avocado and hollandaise. Each costs $12.
She goes for the California Benedict. And what a sight. Two rosettes of poached eggs with the hollandaise form golden valleys floating on avocado, bacon, tomato, toasted muffin.
I almost regret not getting that.
Almost.
Then my country fried steak arrives, with sausage gravy and the two sunny-side-up eggs looking like the twin suns in 2010 (the movie), beside this creamy lake of sausage gravy. One or two golden crags of steak stick up through the ooze. Crunchy! Breadcrumbs, batter, whatever. I ask for a little hot sauce, and it zips the flavor up nicely. “But is it health food?” asks Mag. “Only if health comes from happiness,” I reply.
“We don’t change our menu a lot,” says Nima. “My dad is very traditional with his menus. He has so many regular customers who know exactly what they want. They don’t change. Like, I tried to push the idea of avocado toast. Dad said don’t even bother. ‘People have shown us what they want, and they’re the ones who count.’”
Their three restaurants here in San Diego are all named Pegah’s Kitchen.. “My dad runs our San Marcos place. Mom runs the Vista restaurant. And I run this one here in Escondido. All in the family!”
One thing for sure: The pineapple ring has turned my country fried steak and eggs into this multi-taste symphony of meat, gravy, eggs, bacon, and the sweet, tart, tropical tease of the pineapple. (And, turns out, at least the pineapple is really good for you. Like limes and oranges, it can save you from scurvy. Also, by the way: there’s nothing Hawaiian about pineapple. Christopher Columbus took it back from Brazil to Europe in 1493. It got to Hawaii way later.)
Of course, this has been cholesterol city. Beautiful, but gotta be atoned for. Next time, Mag and I agree: salad. Mag says she’s gonna choose the taco salad in a crispy flour shell with grilled chicken ($12). Me, I’ll try the Cobb salad (also $12) so I can get my teeth into all the blue cheese, hopefully anchovies, and ham, bacon, turkey. And hey, even the occasional chomp of lettuce.
Okay, maybe we’ll share a pie a la mode ($6). Just to finish off.
“Okay, I give up,” Mag says. “Why is this place called Pegah’s Kitchen?”
“Because it’s a breakfast place and ‘Pegah’ means ‘Dawn’ in Persian. Breakfast time!”
I’m guessing about that last part, because this is a breakfast place. But I’ve been told it’s also a girl’s name. The owner’s daughter.
This lil’ exchange is taking place on Redwood Street, in Escondido, on a blistering-hot Sunday. I’m up visiting Mag. I haven’t even had a cawfee, let alone food, since last night. So we hurry in. First good thing: it’s cool inside. Some folks are chomping away on the patio, but most have opted for the cool, teal-blue-colored booths under fans inside. Place looks straight out of the ‘50s, but fresh, like it opened yesterday. Maybe it’s gotten a post-covid paint job. A wall clock made of knives and forks ticks away.
“Who’s that?” asks Mag. She’s looking at a photo on the wall. A man and his son sit cross-legged together on a pier.
“That’s my father and me,” says Nima Soleimani, the guy in the “Pegah’s Kitchen” hat who’s doing the day’s receipts. (It’s around one. They’ve been open since six.) He says his dad, Fred, who is from Iran, started washing dishes while he was studying for a degree in engineering at Arkansas State University. He ended up running a string of his own restaurants in Kansas City, then left for San Diego when Nima and his brothers went off to school in California. And what a dad! Within a few years, Fred had opened three new eateries right here in northern San Diego County.
Nima hands us menus. “We’re a family business here,” he says. “I’ve been working since I was 14.”
The menu’s big, and filled with every dish you can imagine. Standard diner brekky and lunch dishes, that is. “Pegah’s Classics” are variations on diner dishes, things like the A.M. Starter ($10 for two eggs, bacon, sausage patties, sausage links, or ham steak. A half order goes for $8). Or corned beef hash and eggs ($11), kielbasa and eggs ($11), or breakfast skillets. The Spicy California Skillet, Country Skillet and Mexican Skillet are $11 each. Waffles are about $8, burgers run $11, sandwiches, including the French dip, are also $11, though the grilled cheese sandwich is only $8.
So yes, we’re talking reasonably priced diner fare, with recipes that I’ll bet haven’t changed in 100 years. I’ve suddenly got the hots for one of the featured items: Country Fried Steak and Eggs. But wait! I’m perusing through sandwiches, and here’s Pegah’s Chicken Bacon Melt ($11) with a “juicy grilled pineapple ring.” Hmm! Blast from the past! What if I decide to go for the country fried steak, with its sausage gravy and two eggs, and then see if I can add the pineapple ring? Don’t mind paying a couple of bucks more. It would add such a sweet kick. Maybe I’ve picked up on the Filipinos’ taste for mixing sweet with savory.
Maggie knows what she wants, kinda. “Benedict. Got to have that hollandaise sauce.”
Except here you have choice. Classic, Country, or California. The differences? Classic’s on an English muffin, with the poached eggs, ham, and hollandaise sauce; Country’s got two sausage patties “on our famous biscuit” with country gravy and cheese. The California has bacon, avocado and hollandaise. Each costs $12.
She goes for the California Benedict. And what a sight. Two rosettes of poached eggs with the hollandaise form golden valleys floating on avocado, bacon, tomato, toasted muffin.
I almost regret not getting that.
Almost.
Then my country fried steak arrives, with sausage gravy and the two sunny-side-up eggs looking like the twin suns in 2010 (the movie), beside this creamy lake of sausage gravy. One or two golden crags of steak stick up through the ooze. Crunchy! Breadcrumbs, batter, whatever. I ask for a little hot sauce, and it zips the flavor up nicely. “But is it health food?” asks Mag. “Only if health comes from happiness,” I reply.
“We don’t change our menu a lot,” says Nima. “My dad is very traditional with his menus. He has so many regular customers who know exactly what they want. They don’t change. Like, I tried to push the idea of avocado toast. Dad said don’t even bother. ‘People have shown us what they want, and they’re the ones who count.’”
Their three restaurants here in San Diego are all named Pegah’s Kitchen.. “My dad runs our San Marcos place. Mom runs the Vista restaurant. And I run this one here in Escondido. All in the family!”
One thing for sure: The pineapple ring has turned my country fried steak and eggs into this multi-taste symphony of meat, gravy, eggs, bacon, and the sweet, tart, tropical tease of the pineapple. (And, turns out, at least the pineapple is really good for you. Like limes and oranges, it can save you from scurvy. Also, by the way: there’s nothing Hawaiian about pineapple. Christopher Columbus took it back from Brazil to Europe in 1493. It got to Hawaii way later.)
Of course, this has been cholesterol city. Beautiful, but gotta be atoned for. Next time, Mag and I agree: salad. Mag says she’s gonna choose the taco salad in a crispy flour shell with grilled chicken ($12). Me, I’ll try the Cobb salad (also $12) so I can get my teeth into all the blue cheese, hopefully anchovies, and ham, bacon, turkey. And hey, even the occasional chomp of lettuce.
Okay, maybe we’ll share a pie a la mode ($6). Just to finish off.