We went to Saturday breakfast, also on the recommendation of someone from eG, and were most happy with the choice--- a wonderful place called Eggs ‘n’‘At.
I’d expected it to be one of those Kountry Kitchen types that you see advertised---those which deliver KILLER breakfasts or Meat ‘n’ Threes and the best biscuits in five states, or are famous for their pie or chicken.
The menu offered neither AIGS nor BISKITS, but was nicely varied, with especially delicious food, in WAY generous portions.
A good Country breakfast of eggs and bacon and grits for Kim, (and she just today---Tuesday---reminded me that I forgot about the skillet-crisped biscuit halves and the only less-than-stellar dish of our whole trip: a bowl of soup-thin Sawmill Gravy).
A colorful veggie wrap with salsa for me:
Eggs Benedict, Chris’ favorite, silky with yolk and Hollandaise:
And a gorgeous omelet with Spinach, Olives and Feta for Mike:
The porch was railed around, and with a breeze barely stirring, it was rather warm, with tea-sweat ringing the wooden table, and I kept surreptitiously dunking my straw in my water to dampen a paper napkin for dabbing my face.
Though the food was a little bit fancier than we had anticipated from the name, we were all super-pleased with our selections, and the service and atmosphere were just what you’d expect in a good ole Southern caffay---our cheerful jeans-and-T waitress practically called us “Hon,” as she bustled around with refills.
Then straight back to the hotel for a whole day of TALK.
I DO plead SORRY, for somehow in the interim between posting and now, the pictures are all sideways.