Imagine waking up on a cold March morning. It’s felt like spring for the majority of the week, but now all of a sudden you’re right back in the middle of Winter. As you get up and joints creak and crack back to life as you walk through your unseasonably cool home, you realize you’re hungry, and that what would really hit the spot is a good breakfast, a warm breakfast, something to get the blood flowing back through your frigid body, so you throw on some warm clothes and hit the road, a hearty breakfast at the forefront of your mind. You show up to the restaurant, a place called Another Broken Egg Café, a breakfast joint that is familiar in passing, but one that you’ve never actually been to. The parking lot is full, despite it being fairly early in the morning, a good sign, because crappy restaurants generally don’t have a lot of customers, except for Buffalo Wild Wings, but I suspect the swarming masses are due to the giant TV’s that are everywhere, drawing men into the restaurants like Moths to a fluorescent light, rather than the piles of garbage they try to pass as food.
Upon entering, the place is crowded and voices and laughter fill the air as the warm yellow lighting and the hostess welcome me inside. There are very few empty tables, and the hostess inquires if I could be seated outside on the patio, which at first sounds dreadful given the cold temperatures and the fact that one of the specific reasons I came to breakfast was to warm up, but perhaps sensing my trepidation, my face likely the betrayer of my feelings on the matter, she told me it was a screened patio and was heated. Perfect, lead the way. Saying the patio was heated was an understatement. I lived in Florida for four years, and the only thing comparable to stepping out onto that patio, was stepping out of the house on a summer afternoon in Florida; you know it’s going to be hot, but it still takes you by surprise just how hot it actually is. My first thought upon taking my seat, was regret at having worn a sweatshirt, but after a few minutes my body adjusted to the temperature and all was right with the world.
The menu was vast with all kinds of options for whatever mood you happened to be in: classic breakfast options like sausage, pancakes, and eggs, brunch options if that was what you were in the mood for, and some creations unique to the restaurant, like waffle sliders. It took me a few minutes to make up my mind because there were several things that sounded really good to me that morning, but ultimately I decided to go with the Chicken and Waffle because someone at a table near me ordered that dish, and it looked absolutely delicious. There was a little bit of a wait for the food, longer than any other restaurant that I’ve ever been to, but given the crowd that day and the fact that the cooks do more than your traditional eggs and bacon, that’s completely understandable. My plate arrived looking just as delicious as I knew it would, the large waffle which took up most of the plate’s open real estate topped with golden brown fried chicken tenders. I drizzled the chipotle honey sauce over the top, completing the masterpiece.
The waffle was unimpressive, like I’ve had better at home or at a hotel’s continental breakfast. Basically, every waffle I’ve ever had, was more flavorful and better cooked than the waffle at Another Broken Egg Café, but thankfully the waffle wasn’t the only component of the dish. By itself, the waffle was laughable, but combined with the perfectly cooked chicken and topped with the honey chipotle sauce, it was fantastic. There’s no doubt that a better waffle would have massively improved an already great dish, but I really enjoyed it nonetheless. I would definitely order it again, but I’ll probably get some other things first, because there’s a lot more that I want to try, but if you’re looking for a good Chicken and Waffle dish, you won’t go wrong here. The server was really good and the price was decent, just slightly more expensive than the national restaurant chains like an IHOP or Denny’s, but totally worth it for the quality of the restaurant. If you’ve never been, go check out Another Broken Egg Café; you won’t regret it