Sweet
Thyme Deli: Breakfast and lunch with the locals
202 Ferry Street SE, Fort Walton Beach, 243-2566





By Bruce Collier
May 1, 2008 Issue
I ate at Sweet Thyme Deli twice on the same weekday. I stopped
in for breakfast, then ordered that day’s special as takeout.
I ate it for dinner that evening, and it reheated fine. After
breakfast, I spoke briefly with Rick and Sylvia Falasca, co-owners
and cooks.
The Falascas
have lived in the area since 1966. In the 1970s, they co-owned
(with Rick’s parents) a restaurant in Fountain Square called
Munchkins, serving burgers, ice cream, and such. After a few years
with a national sandwich franchise, they opened Sweet Thyme in
2004. They welcome all diners, but their clientele is drawn largely
from locals. Area businesses and offices are frequent customers,
calling ahead or coming in for lunch. Rick and Sylvia cook many
of the daily specials, each of which has its own devotees. Some
customers can be counted on to show up regularly on the same weekday,
for a taste of “their” special. “We really like
doing this, we do our own home-cooked meals,” says Sylvia.
Among the
items on the breakfast menu are an array of omelettes, including
Spanish and Mediterranean, blueberry pancakes, granola, various
sides, and almond French toast. I ordered the latter, with bacon
on the side. The server (Colleen) was of the old school, greeting
regulars by name and calling everyone else “hon.”
She brought my toast, saying “You’re gonna love it.”
And, as they say, she kept the coffee coming.
I
did love it. Four slices of French bread were dipped and sprinkled
with toasted almonds, served with a drizzle of caramel and a small
mountain of whipped cream. Colleen brought a jug of syrup in case
this wasn’t enough. The bacon was sliced thin and fried
crisp. The toast was just sweet enough, and disappeared pretty
fast. I guess I was hungry, because I ate the sliced orange and
strawberry garnish as well.
As breakfast
progressed, I took a look around the restaurant. The tables are
covered with checked cloth, and the walls are decorated with posters
and artwork, including a huge rendering of a late-model car. Deli
cases house food and beverages, and there are tables outside under
umbrellas. Sweet Thyme does a brisk takeout business, some 30
percent of the total, according to Rick.
The biggest
rush, say the Falascas, is Saturday brunch, served from 8 a.m.
to 2 p.m. (lunch runs concurrent on Saturday, from 10:30 a.m.
to 3 p.m.) Apparently some thought Rick was “crazy”
not to serve brunch on Sunday, but his hunch paid off. Rick estimates
that some 20 to 21 dozen eggs are cooked up on Saturdays. “We
use a lot of eggs in the omelettes.” The Falascas believe
in a fat, fluffy omelette, unlike “some others,” who
turn out something more like a crepe, he observes. Another Saturday
favorite is Sylvia’s homemade gingerbread, complimentarily
served on that day.
The lunch
menu offers sandwiches, including a club, grilled cheese, BLT,
reuben, pastrami, ham, turkey, and vegetable. There’s also
the Wednesday special - Sylvia’s grilled mozzarella, spinach
and pesto sandwich. The home-cooked daily specials are chicken
salad (Monday), and Rick’s own lasagna (Tuesday), meatloaf
(Thursday) and spaghetti (Friday). Rick has also initiated a fish
fry on Fridays, on a trial basis. One can also get a roast beef
French dip on Wednesdays. The menu offers soups and specialty
salads and wraps, with grilled or blackened chicken and roast
turkey, and cakes and other sweets for afterwards, unless you
want to do like me and have yours first.
I enjoyed
the meatloaf, served with mashed potatoes (the real thing, not
instant, says Rick), gravy, mixed vegetables and garlic bread.
As with the French toast, it was the real deal, good, straightforward
comfort food.
The Falascas
base their business mainly on locals, though tourists do come
in to eat, and for guidance to other individually-owned eateries.
Most specifically want to avoid chains. The Falascas enjoy taking
care of their guests. “I like to meet and talk to different
types of people,” says Rick, adding that it is his favorite
part of the job.
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