Fuller's Restaurant   

In a neighborhood that is quickly getting devoured by the chi-chi gentry, this 40-year-old diner is an oasis of working class values and unpretentious food. A warehouse worker rubs elbows with a banker at the counter, each enjoying a second cup of coffee after a traditional artery-clogging breakfast as they argue about Oregon's tax problems. It's a wonderful world at Fuller's, where all people are equal and the food you order is exactly what you get. Twenty-eight stools; breakfast is served all day.