Black Forest Restaurant
820 NE E St, Grants Pass, OR, 97526
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Address :
820 NE E St
Grants Pass, OR, 97526 - Phone (541) 474-2353
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Specialities
- Takes Reservations : No
Delivery : No
Take-out : Yes
Accepts Credit Cards : Yes
Good for Kids : Yes
Good for Groups : Yes
Attire : Casual
Outdoor Seating : No
Has TV : No
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Lorissa J.
Yuck, cheap food prepared with no real care our attention to detail. Diner dive.
(2)Kris B.
Needed a place on a Sunday morning that was not too noisy so my 88 year old parents could hear. There were 7 of us so we also needed a place big enough to accomadate a group. Black Forest was perfect for our needs. The food was good, the service was good, and it was a very enjoyable morning.
(4)Mary M.
Cheap, delicious breakfast menu. Food and service are always good! Comfortable atmosphere for young and not so young. Servers are friendly, fast and good with kids.
(4)Roger W.
First time here with our parents. Great biscuits and gravy, 2 eggs and 2 bacon strips for $3.99. I'll be back
(4)Janet W.
Open 7 Days a Week 5:30 a.m. - 9:00 p.m. The grub here reminds me of just that ... grub. When eating here, I reminisce about the diners of old, when I was a mere child traveling the I-5 in the back of the old Studebaker, my dad at the wheel, mom riding shotgun, both smoking Camel unfiters through towns like Fresno, San Luis Obispo & Paso Robles in the 50's. The waitresses don't wear the starched uniforms of yesteryear though, so I am brought back to the present. The food is plentiful, taste and presentation mostly adequate and sometimes even good but you will find nothing trendy or upscale here at the Black Forest. The waitstaff are pleasant, although sometimes in absentia so you might have to refill your own coffee and/or water. Most of the time you get what you ordered but sometimes NOT! There is a separate area for smokers to sit and eat and smoke it up while chewing the fat ... literally and figuratively! If you order a patty melt, you must specify that you want grilled onions. (I always thought grilled onions was a component of a patty melt) The omelette's are decent in size, just make sure they don't burn the eggs! Stay away from the hollandaise sauce. It looks like wood glue and tastes about the same.
(2)Sarah B.
Ah, the Black Forest. The restaurant of my middle-school years, the restaurant that introduced me to The Almighty Club Sandwich. Oh, bacon, how delicious you are, nestled between those excessive slices of bread, covered in mayonnaise. How my childish tastebuds loved you ever so, back in 1996. Fast-forward to adulthood, and this restaurant was revealed for what it really is: A greasy spoon pit-stop in the middle of nowhere populated by glove-waving bigoted yahoos, to be avoided at all costs. Allow me to explain: The Black Forest, once upon a time, served as a midday break spot on my family's frequent trips to the Farmer's Market on Saturdays in Grants Pass. We'd stock up on giant jars of local honey, hobnob with the twelve other people that cared about organic produce in the area, head to lunch, then head home to feast upon the spoils of the day. The smoking section was quaint. The cream pies on rotisserie display were fascinating and mostly off-limits to my 11-year-old appetite. Good times were had. Then I made the mistake of coming to the restaurant as a grown-up, with my girlfriend. I had the flu that day. My head hurt, horribly, and the road trip was only just beginning. But she was hungry, and we had another 300 miles to go before we reached our destination further north on I-5. So we sat. We ordered. I got soup. She got a sandwich and some lifeless fries. Both were unimaginatively prepared. She ate, I sat and stirred my soup and tried not to look too miserable. Ever so subtly, ever so gently, I placed my very weary, very fevered head on her shoulder. Just for a moment. I only needed a short rest before I could once more heave my flu-ridden head upright to face the world. She patted my hair. I sighed. I stirred my soup some more. Suddenly, out popped an irate woman from the kitchen. She marched over to our booth, hairnet barely containing her rage, green begloved hands flapping in the air, screeching "You can't do THAT in HERE!" I looked up and blinked at her, dumbfounded. Other diners stared. She began hyperventilating. We looked at each other. We looked at our waitress, confused. What was going on? The waitress meekly shrugged and looked uncomfortable. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT IN HERE!" the green-gloved one bellowed, repeating her initial refrain. "Oh... kay," my then-girlfriend slowly said, beginning to understand what was going on. "Just let us finish our food and pay, and we'll be on our way." "NO, YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE." The woman was becoming more wild-eyed by the moment. I noticed the vaguely reddish smears on her apron and was suddenly very, very afraid. "OKAY!" then-gf shouted in return. She took control of the situation, and began gathering up our things in preparation for leaving. The meek waitress came over and ushered the irate woman back to the kitchen. The irate woman's head turned to watch us, like that kid in the exorcist as she walked away, eagle-eyeballing us to make sure we were, in fact, leaving. The meek waitress returned and offered us a box for our food, which we summarily declined. At the counter, while we were paying (WHY DID WE PAY FOR OUR FOOD?! My god, we should've thrown it on the floor and called the newspapers.), she apologized for the woman's bigotry, making sure to explain that she herself had no problem with we kee-razy lesbian types. We left a tip (again, why? why did we do that? here you go, bigots, have some of our money!), and left. I haven't been back since. That woman may not work there anymore (then again, where else would she work in Grants Pass? The car wash?), but all the same, I'd advise you to avoid the establishment as well. Unless you're a bigot. In which case, this is the place for you! Feast upon the mediocre vittles safe in the knowledge that you're surrounded by fellow intolerant jerks! I hope you get heart disease.
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