it is just, at the end of it all, just eggs.... this was a recommendation by others and being a person who likes to eat breakfast food at any time of the day, i was anxious to try this place out. a rival of the original "eggs n things" of the pink cadillac era? one could only hope.
and apparently we honoluluans need to keep hoping. a breakfast party of six people ended up being slightly over $120 with tip included (let it be known that i am usually generous with tips..even when the server is asinine).
the sign-in sheet and crowd outside normally makes me feel excited. at the cramped location and sidewalk of market city mall, it just made me grouchy.
so what did all of that cash get us? not much. i make better scrambled eggs, actually better eggs period, using farm fresh eggs that i procure from a hatchery in kalihi. the pancakes were, how shall i put it, banana flavored...but there were no bananas...that was the smell and taste that uncooked flour seems to impart and with increasing frequency at cafes and drive inns in honolulu...either the line cook is not trained, or batter items are served tataki style everywhere.
then of course there was the easy banter between the customers who obviously come to the place (to eat, to be seen, to be hip, i don't know...) and the overtly cool staff. do you know how irritated you become if someone brought, uninvited, a guest to your party who made off-hand caustic remarks, in the belief that it they are cool and funny without realizing they are anuses? that is exactly the kind of waiters that work here, or i don't know maybe these guys are the owners. i want to tell you now, because you will find that most of my reviews center around the wait staff, that i tend to be generous with my tipping and compliments if the service is deserved of such accolades. i firmly believe that good restaurant service is an art not just a job. when you find a restaurant with excellent staff that is because the owner/manager is treating them well which is a good sign. i am not interested in being assisted by a phd candidate trying to make ends meet and wants you to know that this is not their real aspiration...well sorry but that phd is yours and yours alone, can i just have my coffee refilled? save yourself the time and agony of waiting on the sidewalk...get yourself a good pack of extra thick bacon from sam's club and go to asagi hatchery or peterson's farm and get fresh eggs...it will be much more fun and you can leave your coolness in the closet