I have been taking pictures and thinking about doing this for some time. Places have been missed, ratings are sort of unnecessary, but there are a number of meals or places that could bear mentioning in the long run. We tend to ride in the morning before the Sun gets to serious work for the day. Given that, we tend to either meet for breakfast or use a place as a destination, trying to find the twistier and turnier roads in the area or beyond.
There
won’t be much to say, in most places breakfast is what it is. If
there is something significant, I will do my best to describe it,
but don’t expect too much. Just looking forward to new rides and
some eggs.
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. In a deviation from our “no franchise” rule for the website; when it comes to breakfast bike runs we have met at the Huddle House in Seville several times. At this point they are the only one in Ohio and we tend to use them as a starting point for rides to all sorts of destinations on the bikes.
The
Huddle House feels much more franchisesqe than the other places on
the site but that is not necessarily a bad thing in all
circumstances. We typically get the two eggs, toast and hash browns
and it is the hash browns that keep us going back. We order them
simply crispy and they are the epitome of shredded tasty breakfast
taters. You can get them loaded with all sorts of stuff but I prefer
them simple and beautiful. |
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What Draws Us Back; Crispy and Fluffy Taters |
The French Toast is OK |
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For the day we took pictures I decided to deviate and try the picture on the front of the breakfast menu which sounds nearly apocalyptic. Two open faced biscuits are topped with sausage patties, bacon, hash browns, sausage gravy, cheddar cheese and two scrambled eggs. Holy pig, pig, pig, and chicken. I survived what I could eat without major coronary incident, the only problem was it tasted pretty good, enough that I might consider ordering it again. I think I’ll stick to the standard from here on out.
Steph
tried the French toast with a double of the hash browns and again
the hash browns are the reason to try this place if you ever get a
hankerin. Odds are you might see us there on a weekend morning. |
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This Thing Is Wrong...First Degree Felony Wrong... |
...But It Tasted Pretty Good Together |