It was Friday afternoon and I was in the middle of a Su Doku (or "So Duko" as EyeHawk, I mean Hawkeye calls it) duel with Hawkeye. He beat me twice during his stay and I was not going to let him win again. When my phone rang and I saw "Unknown" come up, I ignored it, as I usually do when "Unknown" calls. After I beat Hawkeye by two measly boxes, I checked my voicemail and was pleasantly surprised to hear my uncle's voice on the other end, inviting us to breakfast the next morning. What an unexpected treat!
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I'm all about making the most of the space you have that's why when I heard about Egg, Williamsburg's sole breakfast-only place, I was really impressed. See, Egg is better known, from noon til closing, as Sparky's, the 'burg's gourmet hot dog joint.
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Restaurant names are really important. When my family lived in Georgia, we used to go to this restaurant called ‘Po Folks. I never understood the name. Why you would want to eat at poor people’s house? Wouldn’t it be wrong to eat all their food? Would they make stone soup? But ‘Po Folks served huge plates of fried chicken and endless Mason jars of sweet tea. It was confusing.
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My only complaint about egg is that it stops serving breakfast at noon. That doesn’t give me enough time to wake up in Harlem and trudge all the way to Brooklyn (another borough! gasp!) to eat breakfast. I’m sure the hipsters who live in the neighborhood feel the same way. But if any of us need a good reason to wake up, it’s breakfast via the L train to Williamsburg. The menu is short, southern-inspired and most especially, organic. There’s the delicious ham and the orgasmic bacon, fresh and warm biscuits with sausage gravy, homemade grits, fig jam and oh-so-real potato hash. Your eyes roll when you eat at egg and you forget that you’d otherwise still be sleeping.
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