Earlier today we ate at this place (see below). This is the 2nd location. The first one is on Garnet in PB where it's always busy. The Broken Yolk Cafe is in the shopping center behind Target in Eastlake. This is the same complex that has Henry's, Trader Joe's, Borders and Pier 1, like we need another Pier 1, heh. We met up with some friends of ours after dropping off our respective kids at school. Our daughter and their son are very good friends and have known each other since kindergarten. Granted, they're only in 3rd grade now, but I think it's cool that one of my daughter's best friends is a boy.
So it wasn't really crowded when we got there. It wasn't even 8 am yet. This was an absolute rarity for both me and Bert - meaning we almost NEVER eat breakfast out. Ever. Well, maybe if we're on vacation but because of all the shit that's happened this year, we didn't go on vacation this summer. Anyhow, it was so wierd being out and not eating my usual banana or cereal at home. Sorry for the yellowish picture quality - no flash, which I should've used.
Here's their paean to gluttony. Reminds me of this bar we were once at in Oakland - they had a wall of fame for all the people who've ever drank (drunk?) the equivalent of a keg. Well, not in one shot, but over the course of some timeframe, which escapes me at the moment. Thane's former roommate's boyfriend was on that wall three times! He was Asian too, which struck me as funny because most Asians can't hold their liquor. They turn red and pass out. This guy was pretty big too. I guess he could hold it pretty well.
So it wasn't really crowded when we got there. It wasn't even 8 am yet. This was an absolute rarity for both me and Bert - meaning we almost NEVER eat breakfast out. Ever. Well, maybe if we're on vacation but because of all the shit that's happened this year, we didn't go on vacation this summer. Anyhow, it was so wierd being out and not eating my usual banana or cereal at home. Sorry for the yellowish picture quality - no flash, which I should've used.
Here's their paean to gluttony. Reminds me of this bar we were once at in Oakland - they had a wall of fame for all the people who've ever drank (drunk?) the equivalent of a keg. Well, not in one shot, but over the course of some timeframe, which escapes me at the moment. Thane's former roommate's boyfriend was on that wall three times! He was Asian too, which struck me as funny because most Asians can't hold their liquor. They turn red and pass out. This guy was pretty big too. I guess he could hold it pretty well.I think this wall is a testament to the stupidity of the people who attempt to eat a bigass omelet in the hopes of getting a free meal and a t-shirt. Sorry but I don't think that having the worst dump in your life, possibly diarrhea, a distended stomach and raging heartburn, and perhaps a subsequent bout of violent vomiting is worth a free t-shirt. Ah, food fame mongers. To each their own. Ya wanna eat eggs like Joey Chestnut eats hotdogs, be my guest.
The place is pretty big inside too and there is an outside patio. There were really nice booths inside. Lots of privacy. My friend ordered the Chicken Fried Steak with Country Gravy which came with a side of eggs (she had them over easy) and hash browns. She also had a blueberry muffin to go with all this. The muffin turned out to be dry and crumbly. Not so good.
Her husband ordered the Mole Enchiladas. I should have tried some of that. It comes with a side of beans, rice, and what looks like a fried triangular piece of tortilla.
My husband got the French Toast with strawberry syrup and sausages (I ended up bogarting one sausage, then half of the other later on). I must say, that was a lot of damn bread. Bert didn't finish it all. Imagine all that bread in your gut, just soaking in all that butter and stuff. Lovely. 
My breakfast wasn't as exotic as mole enchiladas. I figured if I was at the Broken Yolk Cafe, I'd get some eggs. There's a menu item called "Just Two Eggs", which you can order whatever way you want. I chose scrambled because that's how I roll. The plate comes with hashbrowns (or you could choose home fries), and an English muffin (or toast or a regular muffin). I ended up being pretty hungry because I finished my plate. Not pictured, the ketchup I used to douse my hash browns.
The place is pretty big inside too and there is an outside patio. There were really nice booths inside. Lots of privacy. My friend ordered the Chicken Fried Steak with Country Gravy which came with a side of eggs (she had them over easy) and hash browns. She also had a blueberry muffin to go with all this. The muffin turned out to be dry and crumbly. Not so good.
Her husband ordered the Mole Enchiladas. I should have tried some of that. It comes with a side of beans, rice, and what looks like a fried triangular piece of tortilla.
My husband got the French Toast with strawberry syrup and sausages (I ended up bogarting one sausage, then half of the other later on). I must say, that was a lot of damn bread. Bert didn't finish it all. Imagine all that bread in your gut, just soaking in all that butter and stuff. Lovely. 
My breakfast wasn't as exotic as mole enchiladas. I figured if I was at the Broken Yolk Cafe, I'd get some eggs. There's a menu item called "Just Two Eggs", which you can order whatever way you want. I chose scrambled because that's how I roll. The plate comes with hashbrowns (or you could choose home fries), and an English muffin (or toast or a regular muffin). I ended up being pretty hungry because I finished my plate. Not pictured, the ketchup I used to douse my hash browns.
We had a good time having breakfast with our friends. It's not something we normally do so it was a "treat" for us to even be out. We'll probably do it again, but maybe a different place next time for fun.
In other news, "Lisa's Filipino Cuisine" (dude that shit makes me laugh) in the Eastlake Vons shopping center is now open. I passed by earlier that week and their "Coming Soon" sigh was gone and replaced with "Now Open". I gotta check that place out. I hope it's not some crappy steam table joint like every place else. If you put "Cuisine" in the restaurant title, I'd expect much more than just doing the "point-point" thang. Lisa's Cuisine is next to this BBQ place, a Hawaiian place and the WORST Vietnamese joint ever, Pho Vien Dong. I posted on that place a couple of times. Sucks ass.
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