I love eggs. Eggs aren’t that easy to screw up, but not for this place.
Where: Greenville Ave
What: brunch, eggs
First off, I need to give credit to my Dad for coming up with the title of this blog post and his abilities to play with words. No, but really, the title sums up my feelings.
I went in on a Saturday morning, never having been in before but having heard about it. I figured that since it was a chain and because it was incredibly bustling on a Saturday morning, it had to be at least alright.
Can I get some eggs with that hollandaise sauce? I hate to be harsh here, but I actually gag thinking about this dish (veggie benedict). My eggs were drowning and the eggs themselves were extremely runny, they could hardly be considered poached. Underneath the caloric cream sauce was spinach, mushrooms, tomatoes and missing broccoli. I never got my broccoli. The potatoes were ok.
After my horrible breakfast that upset me for the rest of the day (because I am a food diva), the waiter took about 20 minutes to grab our credit card from us, then another 15-20 to bring it back. Oh, and he brought us someone else’s credit card. It was a mess.
Needless to say, I won’t waste my Saturday brunch here ever again. Anyone else have a similar experience?
Bon Appétit,
That Foodie Girl
