Where:

Luna Park Cafe, 2918 S.W. Avalon Way, 206-935-7250. WEST SEATTLE.Time of entry: Around 4 p.m. on a Sunday.Level of hangover (1–10 scale, with 10 being a paralyzing head-thumper): About a 2 — mostly incurred from the bloody Marys I drank while watching the Seahawks lose earlier that day. Level of waitstaff hangover: I’d say a zero. The Rat City Rollergirl-looking staff looked every bit the hard-partying type, but they were chipper, and the smiles never left their faces when I played the “Day-O” song on the tableside jukebox.Prescriptions: Luna Park is one of the few restaurants I know of that serves breakfast all day. And what I love about La Luna is that it’s fun, clean (v. important), and is filled with locals and families who want to take advantage of the last few rays of sun under one of the umbrella-covered tables outside. I had been to Luna Park several times for a proper eggs-and-bacon breakfast, usually when I rolled out of bed at 2 p.m on a Saturday. The waitress would bring me their breakfast/lunch menu along with their happy hour menu and I would always say to myself, “I really need to come to Luna Park and try their happy hour someday when I’ve already eaten breakfast.” It finally happened. On this particular Sunday my curiousity got the best of me. Could the Luna Park happy hour menu (offered daily from 3 to 6 p.m.) really cure my mid-afternoon breakfast craving? Was this a good idea? I knew it would make for an interesting blog post if nothing else.Junk food is the specialty du jour at Luna Park. After all, the cafe is named after the amusement park that stood in West Seattle in the early 1900s. Its menu is rich in chili fries, burgers, hot dogs, onion rings, and hand-dipped ice cream. My boyfriend and I decided to pretty much order one of everything on the menu, including two chili dogs ($4)……hot wings ($4)……cheese quesadillas with chicken ($5.95)……and the nachos with chicken ($5.95), a dish so depressing (unheated, dry, tasteless), it doesn’t deserve a photo.

The chili dogs were my favorite (my boyfriend liked the wings, which I thought tasted a little like dirty socks). The quesadillas were wonderful, too. But when you’re looking for the soak, chili always beats out tortillas. Hair of the Dog: I was elected to order the bucket of Tiny Heinies ($6) since someone was too embarrassed to actually say the word “heinie.” A bucket of Coronas are also on the happy hour menu, as well as house wine. Just as important as hair of the dog, Luna Park offers great bottomless cups of coffee (I never thought I’d use so many “ass” references in one paragraph.) Success of the Soak: Mission accomplished. I left full, but wishing I had skipped the nachos. Not only were they pretty bad, but the generous serving was simply just too much food. Next time, I’m heading straight for the homemade milkshakes.