Brunch is big in Dallas, like everything else in Texas. It is a Sunday event that ranges from the high-end to the down-home. All I know is that many places offer bottomless mimosas, and I must find these establishments as soon as possible.
When I got my manicure a couple days ago, my manicurist told me about a place called Another Broken Egg Cafe. He is a Texas native (Arlington), which was evident by the tattoo of Texas around his left elbow with the word “Love” inked in below. I usually don’t like talking when I go to the salon. When I go to the salon, I just want to relax in silence and get what I came there for. However, I know that they are just trying to provide good customer service and establish a clientele, so I don’t get too ornery if I’m pressured into conversation. Back in Tennessee I had my hair cut by the same lovely woman for five+ years, and every single time I sat in that chair she grinned at me in the mirror and asked me in her high-pitched Southern twang, “So…you got a man?”
But I digress. I always ask any Texas native I meet for suggestions and recommendations, even if they are doing my nails and I am feeling antisocial. Anyway, my manicurist told me that he and his partner have mostly left behind clubbing for lovely Sunday brunches, so I asked for recommendations. Knowing the area of Dallas I live in, he recommended Another Broken Egg Cafe. This morning I was craving a big breakfast, so I tried it out.
Another Broken Egg Cafe is a small franchise with restaurants across Florida, Alabama, Louisiana, and Texas. I read on their website that they have recently switched to using only free-range eggs, which made me happy. The menu had a variety of tasty-sounding choices, so I just asked my waiter what the most popular item was. He recommended the Lobster Et Fromage Omelette, which had brie cheese, garlic Lobster, fresh tomatoes and a champagne cream sauce. I wasn’t disappointed. Sometimes when you get lobster dishes, you only get a little bit of lobster meat, but this omelette has a substantial amount and it was delicious.
My waiter had a good sense of humor. When he brought out my breakfast, he kneeled down on one knee, held up the plate and said, “Breakfast, Your Majesty.” But then, as a result of middle age I suppose, he couldn’t get back up and he had to grip the table to clumsily pull himself up. When he brought my check, he opted for a deep bow instead of a kneel and said with dramatized chivalry, “It was a pleasure serving you.” Now that’s service. :) (Sorry I don’t have pictures. I forgot my camera and phone at home. :( )
Another Broken Egg was good, but with so many other places to explore in Dallas, I don’t think I’ll go again. Plus, it was pretty pricey. I blew $20 for an omelette and coffee, but I guess it was a lobster omelette and taxes are a biotch. Another Broken Egg also didn’t quite measure up to my Nashville favorites for breakfast (Pancake Pantry and Athens Family Restaurant). I am so glad that this time tomorrow my hungry stomach and homesick heart will be back in Music City.