From the front of the house to the back of the house and everywhere in between.
Yet another line item on my long list of reasons to love New York City: even the fancy breakfast joints find ways to keep the troublesome Williamsburg hipster youth sedated.
I’ve been there! It was delicious, even if it was filled with hipsters!
GRITS ARE AMAZING, ALL RIGHT, AND I AM BORN AND RAISED JERSEY. THAT IS NOT EVEN THE SOUTH. Also all I remember is...
Nawwww. Memorieeees.
No, Egg was the place of the magical hashbrowns that I still dream about. I had grits the first time I was there, and...
Cry, that is totally Egg. Wasn’t this the first time you had grits, too? slash, why is the universe suddenly popping up...
This is totally at Egg. Best...of my life, there.
I’ve only been there once, but this looks like Egg, in Williamsburg.