Burgers and Hash

Lola, a modern diner in the Heights is dishing up some top-notch Texas short-order cooking.

Three eggs cooked sunny-side up occupied one side of the big white oval platter that held my "home skillet" breakfast at Lola, the hip new diner on 11th Street at Yale. The cheese grits came in a bowl in the middle, and the other side was filled with a petite chicken-fried steak with the cream gravy on the side.

First I doused the eggs with Tabasco and sprinkled them with pepper. Then I used the yolks as a dip for the rest of my breakfast. The chicken-fried steak was crunchy on the outside and juicy on the inside, and it tasted terrific dipped in egg yolk and peppery cream gravy. The soft, bland cheese grits made a nice backup. Thick, hand-cut sourdough toast for egg sopping came on the side.

My breakfast companion got the "breakfast Lola," three eggs with thick applewood smoked bacon. (You can also opt for sausage.) She got the home potatoes, which turned out to be boring boiled potatoes. She should have gone for the hash. I wasn't that crazy about her multigrain toast either, but she loved it.

Lola offers an awesome diner breakfast.
Troy Fields
Lola offers an awesome diner breakfast.

Location Info



1102 Yale
Houston, TX 77008

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: Heights


Hours: 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. Mondays through Saturdays; 7 a.m. to 9 p.m. Sundays.

Bacon & 3 eggs: $11

CFS & 3 eggs: $12

Roast beef debris sandwich: $11

Burger: $10

Steak frites: $13

1102 Yale St., 713-426-5652.

We ate breakfast at Lola a few weeks after the place opened. My breakfast companion was slow to warm to the fast-casual format — she likes her breakfast served by wise-cracking waitresses that call you Hon like the ones at Barbecue Inn. Personally, I'm resigned to the order-at-the-counter thing by now.

The only flaw I noted in the otherwise awesome diner breakfast was the paper Starbucks-style cup my coffee came in. But on a subsequent visit, I noticed that the paper cups had been replaced by the classic thick-walled ceramic mugs that diner coffee should always be served in, so that problem has already been fixed.

The burger at Lola is made with a large certified Angus beef patty, two slices of tomato, a thick, longwise slice of pickle, and a generous portion of good-quality cheddar. The sandwich is served on an excellent moist, sweet bun that has been properly toasted. For a dollar, you can add some applewood bacon. It is important to order Lola's burger medium-rare if you like your burger pink and juicy in the middle. If you are content with yellow mustard, Lola's burger is outstanding.

I have grown weary of the mustard debate. My friend and fellow burger aficionado, John Bebout, who grew up eating burgers in Lake Jackson, pontificates loudly and frequently about how yellow mustard is the one true mustard. The application of deli mustards, Dijon mustards and coarse-grain mustards automatically requires the reclassification of a burger into the fancy steakhouse category, in his view.

I grew up eating burgers in the Northeast, where Gulden's brown mustard is at least as common as French's yellow mustard, so I just don't understand this logic. And since I got my Lola's burger to go, I didn't have to deal with the issue. I applied a thick coat of German Dusseldorf mustard to the top bun when I got home.

I also sampled Lola's boring chicken salad sandwich. The chicken and mayo is mixed with a little candied pecan, sliced grapes and celery, and the mixture is thickly spread on multigrain bread. For all the ­dazzling-sounding ingredients, the chicken salad still tastes bland and dry. But chicken salad is more of a deli sandwich than a diner sandwich anyway. For chicken salad, I should have gone to Kenny & Ziggy's.

The best and the worst sandwich I ate at Lola's was the "wet roast beef debris," an open-faced sandwich made by topping two slices of toast with a pile of moist roast beef and provolone cheese. There was nothing wrong with the toast, and the roast beef was quite good. But after a few bites I lost interest in the plain meat and bread. I told the busboy I was through, and he picked up the plate and started to walk away.

"Did you guys ever think of serving that sandwich with a little gravy?" I asked him.

"It doesn't come with gravy, but you get some if you ask for it," he said.

"Cream gravy?" I said, wincing.

"No, we have brown gravy too," he said.

I asked him to put the plate back down and get me some brown gravy. That snooze of a sandwich was utterly transformed by a monkey dish of brown gravy. I ate most of the rest of it, pouring sauce over each bite. I only stopped eating when I ran out of gravy. I was too shy to ask for more. I recommend that you request Lola's open-faced roast beef debris sandwich with a soup bowl of brown gravy on the side.

Lola's entrance is made from a phone booth that's been welded into a cool-­looking front door. The decor is minimalist and hip, and the oversize plates and glasses are perfect for the modern diner look. The staff is fun-loving, good-looking and helpful. Most of the food is excellent.

Lola veers off track when it tries to be something more than a diner. The only dish I had at Lola that didn't work was the steak frites. It was described on the menu as black angus flank steak marinated in cola and garlic and served with hand-tossed parmesan fries. The flat, chewy flank steak resembled an order of uncut fajita meat, and thanks to a heavy hand on the soy sauce in the cola marinade, it tasted extremely salty and vaguely Asian.

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