Here ye, here ye:
It's taken months where I got to a place in my life, emotionally, that I can even speak about Ruby's Diner. Located in Redmond town center, I’ve had a few memorable experiences here when my suburban-centric parents were in town. Said experiences left me physically unwell and somewhat psychologically wounded.
All of this is directly associated with one dish; the cinnamon roll French toast. The picture found on the menu makes it completely and absolutely impossible to order ANYTHING else…no matter how hard you try or how many times you’ve ‘learned your lesson’. The food itself is pretty delicious. I mean…it’s a form of cinnamon rolls. But with syrup. The synthetic yet positive feel of both the interior and the service does a good job of masking the impending disaster. As you probably guessed, the inability to not eat the entire plate of three huge rolls is on par with the ordering dilemma but with disheartening digestive consequences. I’ve literally ruined entire days.
This Rudy’s has delightful service, clean booths and efficient turnaround. Unfortunately, my visits have ceased due to being convinced Rudy’s has a personal vendetta against me. And my stomach. Enter with caution.