Last week, I had an appointment at the Neurology Department at Banner-Webb Hospital, which is conveniently just down the street from where I live. After the check-up, something unexpected happened. For years—maybe four or five—I’ve always heard about this little restaurant called Betty’s Rooste, but I had never actually been there.
On my way out of the hospital, I literally stumbled upon it—yep, there it was, right in front of me. So of course, I had to go in.
From the moment I walked in, I could tell this place was something special. The whole vibe was cozy and welcoming—homemade pies displayed in the counter, sauces for sale, and all kinds of items that, apparently, Betty herself had created. Although now that I think about it… is her name actually Betty Rooste? I might need someone to fact-check that for me!
Anyway, one of the kindest servers came over, greeted me warmly, and after I told her it was my first time there, she smiled and said, “Well, have a seat. Betty’s in the back cooking, and we’re going to bring you out a biscotti and a menu!”
I took a look around while I waited, and noticed the walls were covered with artwork for sale from local artisans. Really beautiful pieces—one in particular almost came home with me. It’s that kind of place. You come in for breakfast, and you end up wanting to redecorate your living room.
As for the food—I’m a creature of habit, so I went with my usual: biscuits and gravy with two eggs over medium. And let me tell you, it was delicious. Couldn’t finish the whole plate, so I packed up the rest and took it home.
Long story short? I’m now officially a regular at Betty’s Rooste. It’s a true original, tucked away in the heart of the city—a one-in-a-million breakfast spot that I’m so glad I finally discovered.