As a rule, I shy away from restaurants that find it necessary to be cute or “clever” with their menus. Like “egg-stras” for sides. Like “egg-ceptionals” for skillets. Like “egg-cetera” for egg and meat combos. So why are we dining in a place like this? Because The Good Egg was the 2012 Readers’ Choice for best breakfast in Tucson.
“If breakfast is the most important meal of the day, imagine how important it will be on the last day (according to the Mayan calendar). There's no reason to face Armageddon on an empty tummy, so start the day at any of The Good Egg's four Tucson locations.
We arrived shortly before 10:30 a.m. on a Sunday to find at least twelve people waiting outside and huddled near two heat lamps. And inside there were at least another dozen diners crammed into a very small waiting area. As a nice touch the restaurant had set up a help yourself coffee station outside for those in desperate need of either caffeine or warmth.
We stayed inside, and I finally managed to get a seat on a bench with a family group of four. I learned from the two most elderly of this party that they had been eating at this branch (there about a dozen total in Phoenix and Tucson) every Sunday since they opened and it was always this busy following church.
They could have written this review from tucsonbestrestaurants.com: “Let me guess. You want a breakfast or brunch meal. You’re not in the mood for the commercial stuff, but would prefer something that tastes like it was made at home by that visiting aunt you’d wish would come by more often. We understand and you’re in luck. One of the best restaurants in Tucson to get a great breakfast, lunch, or brunch is The Good Egg....”
We said yes, but while waiting, we began to cut off small slices and by the time she returned with the plates the roll had disappeared. It was that good. Too often restaurants achieve the size through an excess of yeast. Not here. And neither the roll nor the icing was too sweet.
The extensive menu had something for everyone—crepes, skillets, French toast, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, and more.
I forgot to ask that my hash be crisp, so can’t complain that it wasn’t as crisp as I would have liked. But I did find that the meat-to-potato ratio was skewed more toward the potato than I would have liked. But as a result this hash was far less salty than most, so I wasn’t guzzling water for the rest of the day. And the eggs—well, they were eggs but were cooked to a perfect over easy.
On the other hand Chuck’s breakfast—a short stack of blueberry pancakes—hit it out of the ball park (to use a cliché). Each of the two cakes was plate-size, light and fluffy, and crammed with large blueberries.
The home fries were somewhat of a disappointment. Even Chuck would have liked them crisper and we agreed that a small amount of chopped onion and green pepper would have been a nice addition.
Chuck only managed to finish about sixty percent of his pancakes so the remainder—along with my potatoes—came home and fed both of us breakfast the following morning.
So was The Good Egg “eggstra-ordinary?” No. But with a little tweeking breakfast there could be “egg-cellent.” And the cinnamon roll and blueberry pancakes earn The Good Egg a 4.0 Addie rating.
To review the role of Adler, Kitty Humbug, and the Addie rating system, read the November 14, 2011 blog.