I thoroughly enjoyed my first adventure at
Bob’s. I have enjoyed others since. We were in the area and
thought we would see what they could do with breakfast on that tiny
little griddle of theirs. The description won’t take long. The place
remains the same. The clientele is composed of wildly diverse but
openly friendly folks. Nice what food can do. But at breakfast, at
least today, Bob’s simple magic lost most of it’s shine. It will
take but a few words to describe why. |
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First. It was three notches below slow. It really seemed as though one plate at a time was being methodically applied to the plancha, it was more likely one order at a time but even that lackadaisical pace would have warped time towards the fast lane. Second, the friendliness from the staff encountered on other trips didn’t make an appearance today.
Lastly, the breakfast was poor at best. We ordered one with a couple
of eggs, homefries and toast; another with corned beef hash, eggs
over easy and rye toast. The toast was on the wrong plates. The eggs
looked like Sylvester Stallone in Rocky IV towards the end of the
rematch in Moscow. Either they were quail eggs with abnormally large
yolks, or most of the albumen was stuck to the griddle somewhere.
The homefries were clearly burnt. The hash was soggy and sparse. I
didn’t expect much, but I certainly didn’t expect that. What an
utter disappointment from a place that does lunch so well. Stick to
that.
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![]() Eggs & Burned Browns |
![]() Looks Like The Sloppy Mess It Was |
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![]() Eggs Went 15 Rounds With Drago |
![]() Hash Was Sad & Wet |
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D- | D | B | C | F | D- | ||
Coffee | Hash |