Headed out for an early lunch my Mom told me a new place has
inhabited the now defunct Arthur Treacherís on Belmont Avenue. A
little sad to hear the deep fryers had been retired before I had a
chance to see how their ribs tasted (yes thatís sarcasm) we strolled
into Cís Waffle House. Apparently there are a couple of these in the
area but this was the first I had heard of them. The outside of the
building is still styled like a fried
fish/chicken/taters/dumplings/doesnít matter they all taste the same
English fast food and the interior hasnít been updated much outside
of the train themed pen drawings of a local artist and some brighter
We started looking through the menu and were all attracted to the breakfast offerings over the lunch. Breakfast is awesome any time of day and it seems to be the house specialty so thatís the way we went. Mom was excited to see the egg beaters breakfast which was not an upcharge at Cís, Steph went with the name on the sign and ordered a waffle and hash browns, and I couldnít help myself and ordered the Southern Mess.
Our server was young but a hard worker and showed experience beyond her years as she recognized a couple of customers coming in the door and knew their orders by heart. My mom said the owner does a nice job of working the floor and he got in just as we were leaving and did appear friendly and interested in whether we had enjoyed our late breakfast. We had.
The sorta eggs were perfectly done, supple without any runny mess
and served with toast ham and hash brownsÖthe description of
Chocolate Chip Waffle
Good Enough No One Used Butter or Syrup
Brown Crunchy Goodness
Exceptionally Well Organized Mess, Especially in Flavor
The waffles didnít exhibit the thin crust that you would find at Phil the Fire but were so flavorful with the chocolate chips and whipped cream that Steph forewent the butter and syrup. There are a lot of waffle combinations that I am interested in trying. She ordered a side of hash browns well done and they arrived with a crispy brown crust and steaming interior with perfect seasoning. Things were going way better than I had expected.
The Southern Mess was a deliciously evil combo that started with a
bed of hash browns, filled with bacon, ham and sausage, blanketed
with sausage gravy and crowned with two eggs and a biscuit. Oh my
poor arteries. Iíll tell you whatÖwho cares about my arteries. This
combo was dead near perfect with flavors blending together into what
breakfast was meant to be when we used to really work for a living a
hundred years ago. I might consider working on a farm to eat stuff
like this every morning and not die in a month. It might not be
trendy or beautiful but next time we are in Y-town Iím thinking I
know where we will be having breakfast. The Colossus of Bob Evanís
down the street better stay on their game there is more than just
competition right up the street.