You won't find anything that is ground breaking or new at Tyger's Coffee Shop. The decor and menu are old school greasy spoon. Fans of "big portions, small prices" (many of my relatives) will be filled and pleased. We waited on a weekend morning around fifteen minutes, and found homey, hearty food as a reward. Hot sauce fiends will be drawn to the hot sauce shelf (with fifteen different bottles) under the cash register. A bottle of Crystal Hot sauce sits on each table.
An elderly gent sitting next to us was talking about how long he's been a customer, "oh, forever... at least fifteen years." Thirteen wooden tables and six counter seats beckon multi-generational families, and neighborhood locals who seem to know each other. No fussy yuppies here-it's a more blended crowd, with many sports fans.
Give the grilled habanero sausage with eggs a whirl if it's on the blackboard special. The sausages were perfectly grilled and oozed a little white creamy fat. Sadly, the habanero didn't offer enough kick and burn. Adding Screaming Sphincter sauce made it somewhat hotter, with added laugh points for its label copy (who gets to write this stuff?): "Weez gessin' it all startud when gra'ma wuz in tha outhouse, yellin', cussin', and bangin' round sumthum feerce. Shur nuff, earlier she'd gottin' inta new batch of sauce weez jus' brewed up. Und that's where tha name cums from, cuz her 'ole sphincter wuz on fire, and und she shur was scremin'!"
Tyger's doesn't put butter on the side of toast, but spreads it on thick for you. One customer across from us actually dripped butter onto her plate as she was lifting toast up for a bite. Healthier types may like sides of turkey or vegan sausage. The Tyger's website is quirky, interesting, playful, funny and a little weird.
Tyger's Coffee Shop, 2798 Diamond Street, San Francisco, 94131. T: 415-239-4060. No reservations or credit cards.