In Appreciation of A.1. Steak Sauce | Eater

"A tiny strip-mall diner in Glendale with dusty mini blinds, formica laminate tabletops, tan vinyl booths, a waist-high counter, and sassy waitresses, this classic American breakfast spot is where the author first encountered A1 sauce. It serves straightforward, no-frills favorites—ham-and-eggs as a go-to and steak-and-eggs as an occasional treat—and provided the ritual backdrop for the author’s father (a Korean-born, Brazilian-raised former coffee farmer who became a mortgage-banking executive) to eat weekly before Little League games. The memory of dipping half-inch griddled steak and sunny-side-up eggs into A1 captures the diner’s comforting, nostalgic appeal: unpretentious, familiar, and focused on simple breakfasts that turn ordinary meat into something vividly satisfying." - Matthew Kang