The epitome of Detroit’s
past and future food scene
In a part of Detroit where every third house is abandoned with smashed out windows, there is a bastion of hope – politically, culturally, and racially – named Rose’s Fine Foods. It’s a breakfast-lunch diner with rough wooden tables, sturdy chairs, and everything made from scratch. It emanates a relaxed, earthy vibe for a broadly diverse clientele with service that’s intelligent and warm. They actually pay their wait staff a living wage and the tips are donated to a different charity monthly. Elements of the experience reminded me of Melt in Cincinnati’s Northside or The Electric Cheetah in Grand Rapids.
|Big Girl Deluxe|
After discussing selections with our server, Neil ordered the Big Girl Deluxe, billed as a salad inside a sandwich. The chicken really was succulent with herbed yogurt dressing, a piquant organic cheddar cheese slice and greens. I had the
|Fancy Egg Sandwich|
Fancy Egg sandwich, which had a fried egg, marinara sauce (almost a jam in texture), and melted cheddar though I didn’t notice it. The most significant ingredient was the parmesan-breaded fried cauliflower that made it sing. It may even have been marinated. The side of grits was traditional, simple, and smooth; there were no fashionable ingredients added. Both dishes were served on thick slices of homemade bread with slices of pickled turnip on the side.
|Cry Baby Donut|
We wanted dessert because they’re all freshly prepared in their kitchen. Neil liked the doughy, cake-like Cry Baby donut, which was maple with nuts. He wished it had been more of yeast texture. The donut flavor changes daily. I had the Pear
|Pear Vanilla Cake|
Vanilla cake, which was akin to a pineapple upside down cake.. It also was dense, but with just the right amount of caramelized fruit. The coffee was really good too.